See, I don't like to call him ex
I like to call him y
As in why the **** did you leave me?
And I know I sound so weak admitting
That you took a part of me when you left
A laugh
A buz buz of a honey bee
A bitten lip
A moan
A delighted gasp
All stolen away in your little black bag of secrets
I want it all back
Return that **** dude.
It wasn't yours to take
And also
Some truth...
You were really never mine to keep
You don't belong to anyone
(Though you do claim you are a spawn of Satan)
But I thought you were an angel
A dark, mysterious, mischievous little angel
Who ****** me over
And y'know ****** me over*
And also causes me to get into a fetal position
Whenever My Heart Will Go On plays on my shuffle
Love is when I loved you
Did you ever love me?
Or nah?
You told me you did
Did
*DID
"I'll always love you."
"It's not you, it's me."
Reasons or excuses
Or psychological disturbances
Or maybe I was just too ******* in love with you
Either way, I still wonder
And when you breeze into a room
I want to hate you
Because I'm so tired of the tears collecting
At the rim of my tired dark eyes
You little ****
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
What's keeping me tied to my bed?
An ache in every bone?
A weight on my chest?
Is it self inflicted?
Does it just hurt too much?
What's motivation?
I can't even pick up the phone
What's a conversation?
Is this all make believe?
The good moments, I mean
A chuckle
A hug
A delighted gasp
Even joy hurts
Get your touch away from me
You know what it does
Why do I still crave you like a ******* drug?
Are you keeping me tied to my bed?
though I wish you were
One look
One word
It's all over
Next comes the days of self pity
And the "I miss you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I hate you"
And the "but I still love you"
You don't know the half of it
Or do you?
Or don't you?
I'm really not sure
But I'm sure that I'm pretty ******* sad today
I think I'll stay in bed
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC