I'm gonna feel broken when I have you,
I keep thinking.
You're gonna break my spirit, crush it
in your chubby hands.
I won't ever love you because I can
hardly love anything.
I don't think that just because you grew
in me I will love you more.
I'm gonna be bad for you. You won't
have any fun because I will mold you
after me.
And then I'll hate you.
Because I hate me.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
I'm gonna feel broken when I have you,
I keep thinking.
You're gonna break my spirit, crush it
in your chubby hands.
I won't ever love you because I can
hardly love anything.
I don't think that just because you grew
in me I will love you more.
I'm gonna be bad for you. You won't
have any fun because I will mold you
after me.
And then I'll hate you.
Because I hate me.
Request permission to use this poem