I hate how old people look when they drink water
I hate when a girl with Irish skin makes my chest hurt because she’s not mine
And I hate not knowing how I feel
I hate how pretentious all my ******* writing is
So here’s something honest
About loving your lips
And the way your head fits on my chest
And loving to kiss your wrists
But still not loving you
I ******* hate how much I love the Smiths
And how I can’t tell the difference between drugs and mental illness
And how scattered my brain is
But she’s still so stuck in all the pieces
I hate the back of your car
And the way it makes me vulnerable
And I hate when my mom cries because she’s watching something she created die
And she can’t help save him
And I hate when babies are boiled in blood
But I’d hate not giving woman a choice with their body
And I hate God for not being real but making more rules than politicians who just manipulate money and religion
And I hate to complain, but I do it anyway
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
I hate how old people look when they drink water
I hate when a girl with Irish skin makes my chest hurt because she’s not mine
And I hate not knowing how I feel
I hate how pretentious all my ******* writing is
So here’s something honest
About loving your lips
And the way your head fits on my chest
And loving to kiss your wrists
But still not loving you
I ******* hate how much I love the Smiths
And how I can’t tell the difference between drugs and mental illness
And how scattered my brain is
But she’s still so stuck in all the pieces
I hate the back of your car
And the way it makes me vulnerable
And I hate when my mom cries because she’s watching something she created die
And she can’t help save him
And I hate when babies are boiled in blood
But I’d hate not giving woman a choice with their body
And I hate God for not being real but making more rules than politicians who just manipulate money and religion
And I hate to complain, but I do it anyway
This is a poem I wrote about a mind that isn't right and the thoughts that go through it, and not loving a boy anymore but still wanting to be there for him, while at the same time loving a girl who was in a relationship.
