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

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.

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