We walked down the street
People were everywhere
I don't like people
I'm the introvert
You're the extrovert
We walked next to each other
The night was so pretty
We saw someone holding a bird
You walked up to them and talked
Talked
I watched
Watched
I don't like people
You looked so happy
Grinning ear to ear
Your blond hair
Blowing in the cold wind

I looked down at your hand
Would it be inappropriate to hold it?
I watched you
I don't like eye contact
I hate it
But when you look at me
I hate it just a little less
You're so pretty
But I don't like you like a crush
I like you like a really good friend
I don't want to kiss you
But I do want to hold your hand
I reached for it
I held your hand
You looked surprised
But you went along with it

The night lasted forever
It was cold
Lots of people
I hate people
There was a new bookstore opening
They were giving away free hot chocolate
I got some
You can't have it
You're allergic to coconut
I felt kinda bad
You didn't really care
You just were excited that a bookstore
Was about to open

My dad went into a building
It was crowded in there
We waited outside
You spun around a lampost
You looked so pretty
I watched you
Watched
You talked about whatever
Talked
You were having fun
And I was having fun
Because you were having fun

The night was coming to a close
You were happy because you saw a bird
I was happy because I got to spend time with you
I held your hand again
You did the thumb thing
I thought I might just explode
You looked so pretty

The night ended
I thought about you
All night
I don't have a crush on you
I just really like you
I really like you
I like your company
I like your personality
You're not annoying
You're very silly
And you're allergic to coconuts

Summer jackets
They're really useless
Only really used for fashion
They're so thin
Almost even see through
They're an unnecessary accessory
Something you add to your outfit
At the last second
Not to keep you warm
But because you thought your outfit
Was just a little boring

Summer jackets
Everyone has one
Even if it's at the back of your closet
You still own one
So easily forgettable
The zipper sometimes broken
Some stains
Some rips
Something you don't recognize
Oh look
A crumpled dollar
In the left pocket
Wonder how long that was in there
Some bottle caps
And maybe a dime
And some leaves

Summer jackets
Never useful
But sometimes it's nice
To find the surprises that lie inside of it
But too bad you won't ever see them
Because it's at the bottom of your closet
Along with everything else you forget about
All the unimportant things

Pictures of her hang quietly on my wall
Carelessly tracing her fingertips along my jaw
Gift wrapped chocolate
Secret handwritten letters tucked in my pocket
Unspoken words
Never to be heard

This feeling of belonging
Unfamilar, but sweet
It enveloped my soul
Making me feel oh so complete

This feeling, so fleeting
So bitter and painful
All I wanted was something real
But I always end up with with someone hateful

In the end, I’m glad you left
We weren’t meant to be
But I still think about you, sometimes
As my own bittersweet memory
You never really loved me

Art is supposed to be beautiful
My mind is far from that
Memories and dreams mix together
It was far too much to look at

Blades and apologies
Water bottles and gum
Anything to pretend
Anything to be numb

Creating a person
Made out of emptiness
Morphing myself into a human
Because God knows I wasn’t one

Blonde bits of hair
Tears of despair
Long letters with kisses
Flowers for your stitches

I never forgot the look on your face
When I told you what I’d done
Regret and disappointment
Fear and uncertainty
I hate for you to see me
Your face painted lovingly

I’m more than a mess
More than a dumspterfire
But I’ve been broken every now and then
And through the darkness
I’ll find a way to be pure once again

Mr. Selfish loves himself
He doesn't care about anyone else
All he does is spew spew spew
About how much better he is than you

Mr. Selfish is a liar
He doesn't care if your mind is on fire
All he cares about is himself
And couldn't give a **** about anyone else

Mr. Selfish pretends to be sweet
He fools everyone into thinking there's nothing to defeat
If you are hurt he wouldn't cry
In fact he'd laugh wish you'd die

Mr. Selfish is my name
I am evil and I am insane
All I care about is myself
Everyone else can go **** themself.