I spent two days crying over a boy
who couldn’t even admit that I was ever something to him.
Two nights crying my tears into a river
in a city that didn’t give two ***** about me.
A boy that wouldn’t hold me and couldn’t let go of me.
I was a flower, wilting and dying under his touch
because he just couldn’t bear to ******* cut me off.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
I spent two days crying over a boy
who couldn’t even admit that I was ever something to him.
Two nights crying my tears into a river
in a city that didn’t give two ***** about me.
A boy that wouldn’t hold me and couldn’t let go of me.
I was a flower, wilting and dying under his touch
because he just couldn’t bear to ******* cut me off.