she's the kind of girl that reminds you of summer in all the wrong ways - of the pain in the sunburn, or saying goodbye to what you love. she's the kind of girl that you need alcohol to love, because only you know just how much you want to forget her. she's the kind of girl that makes you choke back words like "****" and "failure" for fear that one day she might stop proving you right. she's the kind of girl that makes you punch your knuckles ****** against tile, tear at hangnails, or turn off your favorite songs. she's the kind of girl that you have to learn to let go of, because she sinks her teeth so far under your skin that it's hard to **** the poison out.
i don't know when i'll ever be over this, but god knows i'm trying. baby steps, or learning to breathe again on your own. steps in hatred are still progression. 3/12/11. when the only thing that's on my mind is all the things you tried to ruin.
ps: i ******* hate the new hellopoetry. i wrote this once and it was really good, and i accidentally hit "see guidelines" rather than the "explicit" box and it deleted it all.