it's 23:53 and if i were to swear that this would be the last poem i write about you
i'd be lying
pain is a far more sustainable fuel than happiness;
it keeps the poet's engine whirring
and darling
all you've ever done is hurt me
00:01
i spent six minutes contemplating how much damage you caused,
the way you ran me off the road, swerving down dark paths i'd never known existed before
i didn't receive compensation for the emotional whiplash you left me with
the words "i love you" make my nerves twinge
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
it's 23:53 and if i were to swear that this would be the last poem i write about you
i'd be lying
pain is a far more sustainable fuel than happiness;
it keeps the poet's engine whirring
and darling
all you've ever done is hurt me
00:01
i spent six minutes contemplating how much damage you caused,
the way you ran me off the road, swerving down dark paths i'd never known existed before
i didn't receive compensation for the emotional whiplash you left me with
the words "i love you" make my nerves twinge
i'm over you; but sometimes i write about you anyway, remembering the agony in new ways while my mind refuses to let me sleep.
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