Sometimes I try to write about you
and how you crushed me into little
pieces of broken heart.
And how you let me sail away in an ocean of
peach flavored *****, and didn't even come to wave me off.

I try to write about how you made me feel small
and unwanted.
How i couldn't manage to handle it gracefully
like girls in the movies do.

But all I can ever think is ******* for clouding my brain and making me unable to do the only thing that makes me feel important.