I wasn't allowed to hurt but you are??

So I’ve got you mad,
I’ve hurt you now.
Is that right?
Well let me lead you through this feeling,
The feeling of having your heart ripped out and thrown about.
And let me repeat what you said to me,
Time and time again.
“I’m not yours,
We are not together.
It doesn’t matter?
You don’t care,
You’re not mine.”
How is it that five months later,
You’re allowed to be hurt?
And I’m the bad guy?
Do you not remember what you did to me,
Two months earlier?
How you described to me in detail how you fucked him…
Twice!
But swore you loved me.
Then have the hid to tell me I’m wrong for doing me,
For being free from you.
Cause you’re the only one allowed to “get around”
But I’m not.
Do you remember that night?
I cried for you, I was dying for you.
I was gutted!
Destroyed and all you did was walk out.
All you had to say is,
I don’t regret it…
Or what about #2.
The guy you were going to marry
Cause he was so perfect.
I know what happened there.
You were a booty call about to happen.
Shit, if he didn’t live so far away.
Without a doubt it would of happened?
Isn’t that right?
But that fell to shit, as I had predicted.
Do you remember telling me in detail?
Guess you don’t huh?
Guess you forgot how much you destroyed me
And I was expected to just get over it.
When someone I loved turned into everything I hated,
And fucked everything I stand against.
So don’t dare tell me I ruined us,
I ruined our story.
You did, long before I did.
Don’t forget so easy,
Cause I don’t.
So what you couldn’t sleep?
So it ate your insides?
I still bet you didn’t feel half of what I felt.
It’s not fun when it happens to you huh?
And you tried to make me feel bad because “it’s different when I do it”
No it’s not,
I do what I want.
I will do what I want.
You fucked it a long time ago,
I’m not going to feel bad.
I’m not going to feel bad for hurting you.
Cause you didn’t give a shit when I was hurting.
But I wont do what you did to me.
I wont rub it in your face,
I wont tell you things that fuck with your head.
Cause that feeling is still raw and I don’t go a day without thinking about it.
I still remember the nights where you dropped of the face of social media
And I knew exactly what you were doing.
The feeling in my gut was so empty and sick.
Crying myself to sleep because my high school sweetheart,
Was doing everything I never thought she would.
I thought better of you,
And I guess you thought better of me too.


What’s good for one is good for the other.