I might be thinking too much,
but if I'm right,
**** both of you
I hope you both fall apart inside
I hope you never utter my name again
Also, **** 12 am panic attacks

He was kind,
Funny,
Cute.
He had done some things,
He'd messed up,
But nonetheless,
He was him.

She wasn't special
Or worth his time,
She'd messed up.

He said he loved her,
But it wasn't true.

And before they could even make a move,
She knew he lied.

So they left it there,
Untouched.

She remembered,
But she wished to forget.

He'd moved on,
After all, lies don't last.




One day maybe,
She'll forget.

One day maybe,
He'll remember.

avoid the quiet void
that sways your mind
to think sad thoughts
and choose to go to sleep
instead

z.m.

I'm biting my lip at another morning,
it tastes like metal
I've had the pleasure of knowing this taste before
however,
I've never known yours
do you taste like my bleeding chapped lips?
or do you taste like ice cream on a summer night?
do you taste like an unfiltered cigarette?
or do you taste like mint gum?
you must taste like sleepless nights,
because that's all my body seems to crave.

I wished you hold on to me;
Even for a second;
That day was too heavy to carry;
I said I wanted to be alone;
That I needed space.
But that wasn't it.
What I needed back then, was someone who could feel the pain in me without asking.
You were not that person in that moment;
You left me.

I am new here
I am alone
I am learning
I am making the same mistakes again

This is true
On this platform
On this earth

Nice to meet you

I'm afraid
If I’m awake much longer
I wont wake up
Tomorrow