i hate myself
i know i shouldn't hate myself
but i hate myself so much right now
and i hate you for making me hate myself
when all i did was love you when i
should've been loving myself

It's really not fair what you did to me
or should i say doing to me
and it's really starting to get hard to hold all my pieces together
especially if some of them are pieces you left behind

the rain tapping on my car sounds like the crinkling in my pillow sheets and pain feels strangely alike your love

One look at him
and i realized
I'd never write a poem
just as beautiful as him.