Sep 2015
With tracks down your arms,
You said to me as we sat by the rails
How much you wanted
To throw yourself under
And welcome the thundering roar
Of the next oncoming train.
I hate you.
I cannot look at a passing train,
Cannot sit calmly and stare out of the window
Because every time I hear the engines,
I think about what you said to me
And the girl you promised to love.
*I hate you.
You said to me as we sat by the rails
How much you wanted
To throw yourself under
And welcome the thundering roar
Of the next oncoming train.
I hate you.
I cannot look at a passing train,
Cannot sit calmly and stare out of the window
Because every time I hear the engines,
I think about what you said to me
And the girl you promised to love.
*I hate you.
You still matter to me so much and I hate you. There are so many things which you have just ******* destroyed.
(In my bubble)
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