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Dec 2015
i don't want to be consoled
i don't want cliched advice
i don't want to cope
i just want to not care
about you and her
about the way you'll call her baby
and how you'll give her my words
about how your mom may love her more
and your friends all think she's hot
about how when she stares into your eyes
she might notice my favorite freckle
i don't want to hear it
i don't want to see it
but most of all
i just really don't want to care
Written by
shades of wrong  Beverly, MA
(Beverly, MA)   
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