i always came over wearing silver and black
and you always wore something purple and insisted it be noticed
even if it wasn't noticeable
but i didn't care.
i used to date boys who cried wolf and kissed poorly
******** in dugouts
high holiday hook ups and lackluster dates
but i don't care.
you bruised my ***** bone
and ego
and surprisingly, my heart
but i hardly care.
or, at least, that's what i keep insisting.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
i always came over wearing silver and black
and you always wore something purple and insisted it be noticed
even if it wasn't noticeable
but i didn't care.
i used to date boys who cried wolf and kissed poorly
******** in dugouts
high holiday hook ups and lackluster dates
but i don't care.
you bruised my ***** bone
and ego
and surprisingly, my heart
but i hardly care.
or, at least, that's what i keep insisting.
i stopped dating poets when i realized it was more convenient to let them be my material, and not theirs.
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