You ruined Easter for me,
So thank you very much.
You ruined April 8th for me,
So thank you again for that.
You ruined romantic kisses in the rain for me,
So once again, thank you.
Let's just save some time and say
You've ruined a lot for me, nearly everything,
So a million times thank you
For experiences I will never get back
And for things I will never stop hating.

Including this one
I have wrote
My last nine poems
From a cell phone
And if that ****** you off,
I don't care

****** beer
Flows through my veins
Easier than blood
Sorry 8 year old me
We grow up to be
Everything we never wanted

As much as I want to write,
It seems as if
I will always be better at
Getting drunk
Throwing up,
And ******* up

**** this,
**** that,
**** it all,
*******,
**** me,
**** living like this

I was just,
Covered in puke,
And toilet water,
You don't know gross
Until you have to clean that

We've changed so much
Since only last year.
We can't talk anymore,
Not without awkwardness,
Generally caused by me.
I miss my best friend,
But he's barely there,
You've managed to hide him from me.