You should have done better.
No, fuck that voice that says:
“oh, I’m being entitled”.
You should have done better.
You should have struggled a little.
Or you shouldn’t have lied.
You should have looked back.
Or you should have watched me die.
You should have needed me.
Just a little like I needed you.
We didn’t need to cling to each other, but
you dropped me like a toy you’d grown bored
with.
Either you never felt what we said.
Or you ran harder than I ever could.
But you should have done better.
I shouldn’t have been the only one bleeding.
I shouldn’t have been the only one left behind.
Maybe it was never going to work.
But fucking hell, you could have regretted it.
I hate you for not regretting it.