Hey,
I still have your sweatshirt.
Your comfy, and big sweatshirt.
I really don't plan on giving it back,
And I don't think I should.
Since you disappeared,
And left my life.
Do you want it back?
Welp, too bad.
Because it's mine now.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
You know that feeling,
When you like a boy?
That sweet and happy feeling.
But, then it gets ruined,
Because he ignores you,
He stops talking to you.
So, you want to get over him,
But you just can't.
You thought it would be easy,
But actually, it wasn't.
Because I know that feeling,
That bittersweet feeling.
It *****
A lot.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Guess who likes a boy.
Me.
Guess who is being ignored by the boy.
Me.
Guess who is ****** of and is going to return his sweatshirt that he gave me.
Me.
Guess who is the *******
Him.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
That's cool.
You can just ignore me after a week of texting.
A simple "I don't want to talk to you anymore" would've been nice,
But that's cool anyways.
If you're going to stop talking to me
And then disappear out of my life,
Then don't expect to be able to come back as easily.
I hate how you make me like you with your nice personality,
And your good sense of humor,
And all of your other good qualities and then just leave.
You're a ****
I don't like you.
And I don't know why you're making me feel this way.
Sometimes song lyrics are relatable.
Kinda like how voodoo doll by the great,
Five seconds of summer relates to how I feel about you.
I still have your sweatshirt..
Do you want it back?
I don't really know if I should keep it because we don't talk anymore.
I don't know if I should keep it because you probably found someone better.
It's okay!
You don't have to like me.
I wouldn't like me.
It's okay if you found someone better.
Well,
I suppose that's all.
Bye.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
You know what?
You can shove a cactus up your ***
You can also shove your 'know it all' attitude up there too.
You know what?
You make me want to throw myself off of a cliff,
And into a boiling pit of lava.
Why, you ask?
Because of all of the ******* feels you give me every god **** day.
That's why.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
I wonder if you have calloused hands.
I wonder if you like me.
I wonder if you like to cuddle.
But,
Do you have calloused hands?
Do you like me?
Or
Do you like to cuddle?
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
"Are you jealous?" You tease.
I try to reply with a smart *** remark to cover up my jealousy.
"Oohh.. You're jealous!" You coo in a teasing manner.
"Absolutely not." I lie.
"Yes you are" you tease me more.
"Absolutely...not!" I cry.
"Whatever." You snort.
You leave,
A smirk on your face.
It was as if you knew I was lying.
But was I?
Absolutely not.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Sometimes you **** me off.
You know, with your 'know it all' ****
And with your *** comments.
But, for some weird reason,
I find myself to like you even more.
I hate you so much.
But, I really like you too.
I just can't help it.
Maybe, under all your *** comments,
And your 'know it all shit',
You're a really sweet guy.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Yes, I like you.
I like you a lot actually.
You probably think I'm weird,
Or maybe even a freak.
But I give up on caring what you think.
Sorry if me liking you weirds you out.
It weird for me too.
Maybe I like you because of how your eyes brighten when you're happy,
Or maybe how your smile makes my day,
Or how you act like an adorable ****** around your friends.
I don't know.
I always get little butterflies when I think about you,
And I get them when I talk to you too.
I apologize if saying this weirds you out,
Or if you hate me after this.
But, I'm glad I finally got this off my chest.
Bye.
M.L.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC