I had recently obtained- that makes this guy sound like a possession- a new boyfriend, but after four months, I could no longer take it. He lied too much to make me feel comfortable and although it says I couldn't tell when he told the truth, I, in all actuality, but opted to ignore the fact that he was lying. After three months, I called him out on a lot of things, but no matter how much I changed him, I would never be able to love him, so I broke up with him. Two days after we were apart, he gained a new girlfriend, and he was telling one of our friends lies that she passed on to me, and this is how the poem was created. that and because he was trying to guilt trip me, earlier that day, to come back to him, so, to say that I am not an angsty eighteen-year-old, would be the biggest lie ever.
I am not entirely positive if I spelled one word correctly, I was trying for the way I saw in my French book a few years back, but I know other people spell it differently, so yeah...
P.S. Sorry for just giving a bad rant over the whole relationship thing, it is just background for the poem.