you act like something that comes out of an ***.
always use a ******;
you would be a horrible father.
i can't believe you can say such cruel things to someone that you once loved.
but honestly what does a ******* know about feelings?
hahaha hey *******.
did you truly love me or getting in my pants?
please don't answer that truthfully.
maybe its the changing of the seasons
but I don't love you anymore
and I can love you in my heart
but I cant love you in my arms
and its the worst part of reality
and I wish I could wind back time
because babe you're on my mind
and I saw you at the gym today
you gave me a small smirk
as if you've only talked to me once or twice in your life
and i know it's possible
but i don't want to love somebody else.
and ive loved you for a long long time
and we stopped talking again
just as I expected
but tomorrow I have to see your face for the first time since then
and im not looking forward to it
because I know Im going to have untamed butterflies flooding my stomach
but for some chance if you're reading this
im doing my best to move on
I found this kid
which is probably going to make you mad
but im not trying to I promise
I just know he's a lot better for me than you ever were
my love is finally fading
I wish bawling my eyes out eased the pain
and I also wish my parents would stop asking me whats wrong when they already know
and I wish I could stop crying everynight
and I wish I wasn't suicidal
and I wish I was good enough for the only person I love
and I wish you loved me back
and I wish writing this poem right now wasn't the only thing stopping me from killing myself
but I looked into your eyes tonight
and I hope you saw it
but I know you're blind
im broken, you broke me
you told me the things I made for you meant absolutely nothing anymore.
I spent days on that
and when you said that
I walked away
hoping you would chase me
or hit me with your car to put me out of my misery
but no, you didn't
and I wish you ******* cared about me
then maybe I would think my life is worth living....
and maybe I could go to bed at night without wanting to take my life
I just wanted you to ask me to stay
so I could be happy, be sane, stay a good person
but now that I know you don't care for me
why does it matter if I **** someone?
why does it matter if I do **** with a million boys
doesn't matter to you? why should it matter to me?
truth is im done giving a **** about life
when the one person I truly loved doesn't give half a **** about me
its one of those nights where I can't resist the temptation