she's an indie girl
all neon pink and green
with her wavy hair
her chains n' beads
she's got fishnet tights
and a cute little skirt
big stompy boots
and an oversized shirt
sunset colored eyes
and sweet sticky lips
she's all by herself
and she still gets her kicks

the opposite, actually.

cold, bitter resentment.

not for you, but for the rest of the world.
i'm not a pretty, peachy, sparkly girl,
i'm a cold, selfish, manipulative *****.
i don't care about anyone, or anything.
i keep up with the jokes and the smiles,
because i do love you, so incredibly much.

you aren't the boy i fell in love with anymore,

and i'm not the girl that fell in love with you.

i am not meant for love
i don't stay in touch with people
i'm not loyal or honest
i'm prone to making selfish decisions
without thinking of the consequences

i tried
weeks ago
to tell you this

i told you then
that we shouldn't be friends
or anything more

so if i break your heart
that's your fault
not mine

that'd be fine

we're all the same people
living in a different world