my vision is blurry as I type away,
making several spelling errors.
I miss you, and I still love you,
but I know I shouldn't.

every    time
            I
think
          about it,
I can                 feel heat
          forming                into
                          ­my eyes.

ive learned to drown out the pain.

the thought
of someone
liking you is
gross, but when
they don't, you seem to
become obsessive of the
thought of why they don't.

why couldn't you ever give 𝘮𝘦 a chance like the way you give every other pretty girl a chance?
I see the way you act around every other girl and it scares me how when you first met me you treated me all sweet, and now its like I was just a phase, an era for you.

I
wish to
make you proud,
but its never going to
be completed because I'll never-
ill never ever be enough, will I?

turn the washer machine off of repeating, I'm tired of the never ending cycle.
I'm tired of forgiving and letting you back in over and over and over again. I need to turn the washer machine off. I need to let you go. this is old. I need to take you to the flea market or a thrift store and someone new can find you. someone innocent can get to know you and fall for you. I just hope you treat her well. I wish you well in life.
or maybe I can change you. I can recycle you and you can be reincarnated into a brand new version of yourself. but then I've learned that it wouldn't even matter how much you change yourself for someone because we all continue to make mistakes. were all going to hurt someone unintentionally.
so don't change yourself. just forgive yourself and move on.