Why do you bother me,
When I have done nothing to thee.

We haven’t spoken in weeks,
The roof of your ego leaks
With what I assume bitter tears,
Ostracizing yourself from your peers.
You obviously have not moved on,
Having your sword up and drawn.
I haven’t said a thing,
Yet you act like a righteous king.
You say we’ve been fighting,
When we haven’t been uniting.
You’ve changed as a person,
Making my thoughts of you worsen.
A phony, that’s what you are.
Acting like the victim film star,
The paparazzi assaulting you,
But in the end, you know it’s not true.

Please leave me alone,
I don’t want to hear you moan.
Stop messaging me;
Our past is just history.