looking back
at all the things i wrote
now that ive started
to pretend that youre readying my "poems"

you can tell i have mood swings
that my thoughts, feelings, and ideas change a lot
even after all this *******
your ugly *** put me through

****
sometimes
i still wish
you were lying next to me
even though i hate you
its little blissful moments like this
i just want to touch you

all you want is *** from me...
you disgust me

"thats not all i want!"

then why dont you ******* act like it?

you're incapable.