I have two things to tell you,
the first is that I'm sorry
and the second is that, I tried.
I'm supposed to be studying right now
but instead I'm here.
I'm tired of pretty words
and metaphors and subtext.
(I finished my book yesterday)
It's one big fat ****** up cliche
**** your punctuation.
**** your grammar
**** your spelling
I worked so hard to make something beautiful
but it is ***** and ugly and useless
and it all fell apart somewhere around
chapter six because I lost my train of thought
because you were laughing about something
on the other side of the room
and I saw your hair move before I heard your mouth
move
and then we were kissing
i don't even remember moving just that
suddenly you and i were connected
and then you were hissing and spitting and
pushing me as if we were eight years old
in a playground instead of eighteen
and surrounded.
i want to smoke a cigarette but my stomach is aching
just thinking about that mistake
i dont regret a thing