I scream into the
Void, my throat hurts from crying.
I really loved you.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC
I want to kiss a girl
Atop a green hill full of
White Petunias
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 3:21 AM UTC
The truth is that we
Were never really in love.
We only thought we were.
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 4:39 AM UTC
I’m gonna light your
Reputation on fire,
And leave you to rot.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:34 AM UTC
Old eyes gaze upon
Young faces. So in love they
Were, so young and dumb.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
She was a killer.
Little did I know, I was
Just her next victim.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
It's been a year now.
I hope you're doing okay,
Wherever you are.
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
To the girl who broke my heart:
Thank you.
I know you're out there, somewhere
Having fun with that other guy
Who you promised me high and low was
"Just a friend".
Thank you for showing me
Who you really are.
To the girl who broke my heart:
I love you.
I really, truly do.
I love the way you can tell a bold faced lie
And then paint your face
Like you didn't do anything wrong.
I love the way you lied
Both to me, and to yourself.
To the girl who broke my heart:
You were right.
Yes, I really was mad at you all those times you asked.
Yes, I really did make all of those gifts by hand.
And yes, I really did keep track of every day we dated for.
I was taught to count my blessings
So thank you for all 464 days you spent with me,
I hope you count your blessings in the future.
To the girl who broke my heart:
Goodbye.
So long to all the nights I spent with you on the phone.
Farewell to every time I held your hand.
Sayonara to each and every kiss I left on your forehead.
And Hasta la Vista to every kind word I said to you.
Goodbye to you.
Goodbye to us.
Goodbye to
Everything.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
I may not be your
First date.
I may not be your
First hug.
I may not be your
First hand to hold.
I may not be your
First kiss.
I may not be your
First set of eyes to stare into
I may not be your
First person to call up at midnight.
I may not be your
First shoulder to cry on.
I may not even be your
First choice.
But I want to be your
Last everything.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
The kerosine she
Left behind on my lips was
Something of a dream.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC