Pay attention to me.
I'm burning out
briskly.
Run your fingers through my hair
and pretend for once
that you have no care.
Tell me lies
and deceive me before
either of us tries.
Love is a series of games
that no one likes so
we watch it as it goes up into flames.

I hate you.
You smell of strong
cologne that she
buys you.

I see your fingers
intertwine with hers
as I
walk by you two.

No matter what happens
I'll regret falling for
you.
But yet you'll never
regret falling
for me
when we were merely
nothing.

You cause hurt like my retainer.
My mouth has no taste
since we never laid a hand
upon the other.

But you caused sleepless nights,
anxiety attacks worse than the others.
I listen to sad songs
since you hated all of those.

I need to face you in person,
but to do that I have to
look into your dark eyes
and make you cry.

music drowns out
sound
like words drown out
thoughts
or how people drown
you.

3 years.
That's how long it's been.
Sure, we're still friends
but you started dating her
and didn't tell me.

You don't deserve
anyone's attention,
especially mine.
They don't know
the things you've
questioned
or all the lies
you've told.

You're a
liar, thief, wrong,
and a former lover
to me.

That's why I hate you,
and most former lovers.

"Look at my beautiful girl."

This title is thrown at me
and I find it hard to
breathe.
You label me a girl,
I know you know no better
but it still wounds me
deeply.

"Look at* her, she's so pretty!"

You should know better
than to call me this
pronoun.
I asked kindly that you
use different pronouns
but you throw these
pronouns at me in
a taunting manner.

"You were born a girl so you are one."

I was born a human with
female genitalia.
I do not classify as a
girl or a boy.
I classify more as me,
as an
agender.

Please don't yell or shout
or tell me I'm wrong
because then you're saying
you know me better than
I know myself and
that may be true
but I don't believe
it is so.

You see me, but you don't hear me.
You touch me, but you don't feel me.
You kiss me, but you feel nothing.

It's cold between us.
This distance hurts me.
You don't like it when I speak late at nights.
You tell me it's annoying you when I smile into a kiss.
When I laugh, you tell me to shut up.
I know you don't love me, but I love you.

I see you, and listen to everything.
You touch me, and I shiver beneath you.
You kiss me, and I feel everything.