A Poem.

I am the asshole.

I am the asshole,
who hates it when the person I just slept with
Talks about who he just slept with,
its not me.

I am the asshole,
who strung someone along,
and lost a good friend.
Its my fault.

I am the asshole,
who wears their heart on their sleave,
even if its shattered.
I'm still me.

I am the asshole,
who can verbally lash out
without a thought.
It's my fault.

I am the asshole,
who cries alone
in the middle of the night.
crushed, is me.

I am the asshole,
Who never had very much but still
was there for everyone.
I'm Still me.

I am the asshole,
who gets attached easily, and
hurt just the same.
It's still my fault.

Because why?
Because I amthe asshole.