You make my skin crawl
In a neutral way.
You make me leave the room
Then wish I had stayed.
I think ill of you
Half off the day.
Yet I cling to every harsh
word that you say.
With you I'm either weak
or a raging *****
Even though you're the one
with a tiny ****
Crossing paths with you
lights my mind on fire.
Yet your not someone I've come
to love or admire.
Your an imperialistic
**** worshiping ****
So someone please explain why
I feel like the schmuck.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
You make my skin crawl
In a neutral way.
You make me leave the room
Then wish I had stayed.
I think ill of you
Half off the day.
Yet I cling to every harsh
word that you say.
With you I'm either weak
or a raging *****
Even though you're the one
with a tiny ****
Crossing paths with you
lights my mind on fire.
Yet your not someone I've come
to love or admire.
Your an imperialistic
**** worshiping ****
So someone please explain why
I feel like the schmuck.
To the boy down the street who makes me feel like **** and wait impatiently for his text messages.
