who he visits at least once a week,


we drop him off, we pick him up.


he gets picked up, he gets dropped off.


the girl,


short with bangs.

long straight black hair.


young love they call it.

was us plotting to sneak out and meet up at the park in kindergarten

oh, how i remember us,

v  ^ v > >

dancing in your room

v ^ v > > \ \

now , , , she's taken my place,

v > > > ^ v v v - - - \ v - - -

oh, have you heard?

^ ^ ^ \ \ \ - - -

have you heard?

\ - - - -

that she's-

^ \ \ - -

just so-

^ \ \ -


so..


-   -   -

i’ve stopped falling for her,

or so i think.



i’m done with relationships.


i hate getting my heart broken

i felt like you never liked me anyway.

i’ll stop liking her

how else would i describe myself?


i say i’m done with relationships and then

i

complain about not having someone to love


i want a relationship.

i don’t like anyone that much anymore.

nor does anyone like me.


i mean,, all my past relationships were “great” until i get dumped.



****.



no one wants me


fair, we’re only 15.


i’ll be able to drive next year.

graduate in 2.


i just want a ******* relationship.


where i won’t feel like ****

where i won’t be treated like ****

where someone will actually love me