You know though,
it still hurts
and it's still ****** up
and life goes on
and I mean I loved you, god I loved you.
But time has gone by, **** it's been going by so fast.
Two winters ago I would have never even
questioned us, even if it was me from the future
I still would have ignored myself.
Just a fool that was played and how can
other people go through this all the time?
And I guess you got your wish. A child at the young age of 20,
something that a once 17 year old girl should not have to give.
I don't mean to sound like a girl that
had her heart broken, because really
love is something that I never wanted to dabble in
and I do not want to be weak, sad, and pathetic.
This doesn't seem like poetry to me and it's because
my inspiration has been torn out. But here is a plot twist: I think
I hate nicole more.