Mother called for me to wake
I said: no
"It's noon!" Said mother
I said: boooo
"Work today!" She called
I said: never
"You can bake a cake!" She said
I said: okay, I'm up

get out of my
H
E
A
D
stop giving me that cute smile and adorable look every time we talk
it really is just
killing me

i’m just so angrily in love
with you
and it hurts

your sweet little voice
and soft little play hits
make me yearn more and more
when i’m not around you

i can’t stop thinking about
how you put the blanket over our heads
and leaned in to me

you kissed my cheek
then I kissed your neck
then we just kissed

it made me more confused
because I can’t ever tell
if you want me
or if I’m just kidding myself

you would never admit it but
you’re so soft and tender
and could be the sweetest
like candy

you have no idea how angry I get
when I think of you
but you probably don’t think of me
because you’re too good for me

you need to just stop being
so ******* cute
and stop being
so ******* kind to me

****, man I hate when you do that
because then I can’t stop thinking
about you
and it’s hard

i wouldn’t say I’m actually
“in love”
but, I really do
like you a lot

I finally got you
It feels like a lie
But really it’s true
I don’t want this to die

You really do want me
But I keep asking myself,
“How could this possibly be?”
It’s something I’ve always felt

God, you’re so smart
You knew all along
And now that our relationship has a start
I don’t want it to-

I can’t find another word for
“end”
Because I don’t want it to

We talk
About so many things
Like how young we are
And now smart you are
Even our future
It gets so deep
Like the darkest debts
Of my soul
And I enjoy those conversations
But then it goes back to being light
It goes back to saying cute, dumb things
And I love those conversations too
A lot
They flow together so naturally
Like water, like water
Like beautiful art
It feels so natural
And unrehearsed
Just lifelike
And amazing
Thank you

I swear to god
These never make sense
But that's just me
Never making sense
It's not a style
It's just me
I don't try hard enough
I really never had
Because what's the point in trying
When you always think it's ****?
This is all ****
And I've accepted that
There's not a point
In getting my hopes up
That I'll ever do something good enough
For the world to look at and go:
"Wow"
"Cool"
"That doesn't actually ****!"
Because it does
I already knew this
I've known from the start
That starting this
Would bring out all of my thoughts
The ones I try my hardest to avoid
They're dangerous
These thoughts
They shouldn't be read
But here I am
Sharing them with you
You poor soul
Stop reading now
Or you'll regret it
Because I'll give you a reminder:
It doesn't get any better
You'll never get this moment back
You spent this time
Reading a ****** poem
That doesn't even rhyme
It doesn't even have a name

Goes the clock
Said the little girl
Sitting there on a rock
Her hair up in a cute little swirl

She got up and ran down the hill
But the hill was too steep
Enough feathers around to make a dozen quills
The hill was too steep

She cried and cried
But she should have listened to her mummy
Oh, and how her mummy cried
She should have listened to her mummy

Tick tock
Goes the clock
For everyone else, at least

The girl should have listened to her mummy
Then she wouldn't have died

You were once my best friend
Then I wanted more
Then you wanted more
Then we talked about us
How we both wanted more
Then you lead me on
And you kept leading me on
For years
I was a fool
To think that you would actually want me
You didn’t see me as a real guy
No one does
You took my heart
You had my heart
For ******* years...
Then you broke it
You broke my heart
And didn’t feel a thing
You acted as if it was normal
To go from mutual love
To denying everything we felt
And that **** hurt
You had my heart
You broke my heart
Then I saw you tonight
And you acted as if you could get it again
No.