We met in January
                                     Seven months ago

You told me I was pretty
                                    Seven months ago

You pushed me away
                                    Six months ago

It was deep, in two places
                                    Six months ago

Green eyes, Brown hair, and a nice smile
                                    Seven months ago

You said that it was going to get better
                                    Six months ago

Vincent, you left
                                     Six months ago

I loved you
                                      Six months ago

I see you staring at me during church
And I pretend not to notice

Your sister is my best friend
And your mother and father love me like I'm their child

Your little brothers and I are close too
And yet you still resent me

I said sorry twice
And you rejected it

I want to talk face to face
And you just glare at me

Four months is a middle length of a relationship
And a year and a half is a long time for a crush

I feel no need to forgive again
And you don't deserve what you don't respect.

all in a group
talking after church
they asked you about a girl
you denied, denied, denied
you keep looking at me now
“she’s just not my type”
you’re looking at me
with eyes that wonder if i care
if im possibly jealous
it gives me a spark
a glimmer of hope
cuz why would you care if i cared?
i must be delusional

I don't hate you.

I just hate what you did.

I hate what you didn't do.

I hate why we aren't together.

I hate that your mom knows everything about me.

I hate that I don't hate you at all.

I hate that you always accuse me of staring at you

I hate that you chose her.

I hate that I still care.

I heard that you didn't want anything to do with me
That's okay because I already knew
The glimmer in your eyes says everything
But did you have to tell me through your brother?
You could've just said it to my face
I still love you
Even though I shouldn't
I look for you in every guy
And I still find nothing
I'm not mad,
Just sad and willful
I really wish you the best,
But in the worst way possible.
I hope you realize that I still would do anything for you
You're a part of me that will never shatter
I won't let you pierce my porcelain heart
How much sad did you think I had?
How much trauma?
I'm sorry.
I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul
Last year, I thought that you would notice that I liked you and you would like me back, but no.
Looking in those brown eyes just makes me want to cry now, when they used to make me want to kiss you.
She fell head over heels over you and I've been there too.
I can't stand it when she talks about you and how you're so cool.
But I know what I know, and you're just another dude

Oh how I wish I was skinny
I look at all the other girls
They have small waists
I feel like a fat monster

I eat, eat, eat
Then throw it back up
And I repeat
It's never enough

People say I'm skinny too,
But they're just being nice
They know how I look
They don't know everything I've tried

I don't eat for days
Then I eat so much
Sometimes I eat enough,
Then it comes all back up