Bus ride Text

It's in my nature,
To be passive.
But these feelings,
have grown massive.
The betrayal,
it still stings.
My phone,
It still rings.
And there's your number.
But I'm not being your plumber.
I'm not clogging out crap,
So you could be with another.
You want to be with him.
Then go be with that other.
Don't try have me sort your feelings,
So you can continue the dirty dealings.
'We are supposed to be friends.'
Yeah, girl, that's supposed to be my line.
But that's before I saw you for you,
And was no longer, undeniably blind.
Break hearts, and dart,
And you think that's fine?
I'll be on your side,
after all those people and the same to mine.
No chick. Sit down.
I don't want you around.
I can no longer smile at you.
It's not even a frown.
It's just hate,
my disgust.
You might relate.
My anger,
You might hesitate.
Understanding,
In due time.
The pain.
The heinous crime.
Multiple chances.
Multiple people.
The underlying fact.
You're most definitely evil.
Goodbye.