sometimes i just give up i get mad but mostly i’m fine sometimes when i give up i feel happy empowered but mostly just tired honestly if love is a game i really am bored of the rules i would just run and kiss you but you aren’t a rebel a rule breaker you stick strictly to the rules and honestly i’m so over it you’re so boring
i sound like a teen in this that’s cause i am a teen if my poems ever come across as whiney that’s cause they are i want to whine it’s how i stop myself from going crazy