check

check

check again

slide

unlock

refresh

clear the history

pretend I never said that.

Wow I’m stupid I

Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you

*******.

With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair

how you make me feel things and draw me in

with interlocking fingers and subtle touches.

I can’t I can’t I can’t

my anger is coming out sweet as honey

too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in.

******* you.

I check every form of social networking

waiting for you to give me a sign

a little wave.

Instead I get a read receipt.

******* you.

******* the four months we were glued to each other

by force at first, then by choice.

And now a different scenario and a different she

who is much prettier than me

who I’d really like to see

and tell her how lucky someone is

to look into your eyes, even for one dance.

I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite.

But really we’re quite the same

looking for something else to blame

for every ounce of pain you make me feel

and you think that I’m lame.