I used to care about things
I don't anymore
And I guess that's my own **** fault
I mean
I fell in love
But you pushed a blade
And I missed you
But you shot a bullet
And I guess I am just confused
As to how things came
To be like this

Who am I kidding
You don't love me
It's whatever though
You found her
Someone new
Is two days enough?
Or do you need less time
I'm not even past
The words that ended us
But you aren't afraid to
Love again
Do you like her
Like you loved me?
Do you adore her
Like you craved me?
You think so
But you don't care
Whether or not
I care either
It's whatever though
And I can't believe
I wasted my time wooing
Over you
I can't believe I wrote
Poems about you
Because that is the
Most sacred display
Of love
You didn't care
You never did
It's whatever though...

This day
I can't deal and
I can't believe
I didn't see the signs
I mean they were
Obvious
You were feeling
Betrayed
Hurt
Broken
Trust me I know
That feeling all too
Well
But that's no excuse
My darling
I still love you
With most my heart
To be truthful
But not all
Not like it used to be
Something happened
I'm not sure
What it was
And I truly am sorry
It seemed as if
I didn't care
But oh my God
I do.....

She was strangely optimistic in the sense that she saw the good to the very bad
It was a peculiar kind of good
The kind where you almost die
But you didn't
Or something terrible happens
But thank God you weren't involved
Or even if you were involved
At least you learned something from it
This twisted sense of optimism
Was almost enticing
Like smoke on a red stained lip
Or spilt wine on a pale-fleshed breast
It was waking
A douse of cold water
And a shout hello
Because it was startlingly true
Shockingly harsh
But it was life
And so was she

Whisper nice things in my ears
Make me laugh like
I used to
Because I
Can't take
This pain for
Much longer
It's gripping me
Like a vise
And I can't find
The handle
That loosens it

I remember when I was young
I would blow eyelashes off the tips of my small fingers
And wish for a pony or a unicorn
Literally
I was a cliche kid
Into all the Barbies and sparkles and soccer
And now I'm still a cliche kid
With hipster glasses and an ego to match (none)
Now, when I wish upon those dying stars
I hope for something more
Like money
Or happiness
Or freedom
Something to spare me time to have fun
Because I'm too wound up nowadays
From the stress of school (ugh)
And the problems of my family
And those eyelashes blown from my roughening skin
Is spent on much more meaningful things
Than fantasy story creatures
Sorry to disappoint.