you did nothing for me and yet i'm still here immortalizing you why can't i give it up? i held on to loving you for so long but now i'm just holding on to hating you
let me let go
all the poems i wrote you were exaggerations to make up for the love you never gave me i can admit that now
sure, the 'i love you's were on your lips but your kisses tasted like, '*******'s
you never listened to me you never listened to the songs i asked you to you never set up your ******* voicemail
you broke up with me over text. while i was with my family. in utah. having panic attacks every day. telling you about them. see above: you never listened to me.
i'm sick. sick of you. sick of this. you're over it. my mind is over it. why isn't my heart?
i'm done coming up with metaphors for you for how much you took and never gave i'm done making excuses for you, and taking the blame and i'm not going to do the 'just friends' thing with you if you're going to tell our friends to cut me off and smile at me like nothing happened smile like two years took nothing from you
and i guess they didn't
i don't want to even hate you, that's too much of my energy to give to you. I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET YOU **** ON ME FOR TWO YEARS. i must literally be psychotic. someone ******* hospitalize me omffg.
Slithering subtlety, the serpent saw a shard shaped slightly like his self. He gazed into the glass, seeing a reflection. "What beautiful feathers I have!", he said covered in scales. "What beautiful colors--- and wow! Look at my wings!" He mused to himself, (it's no wonder I soared so much higher than the others...They had no wings! No illustrious feathers! They only have scales, that's why they're different than me! They not like myself, or other birds that I see).
He slithered sedated and satisfied with a sullen, sad and insecure of sense self under surface. Along the way he spotted a Gold Parakeet, he compared himself and said this through his teeth: "Your scales are ugly, and cracked, and dull. You slither with your wings from trees very tall. Why can't you fly, and be bright like me? You're unable, and there's something wrong with you, all the other birds agree." The parakeet parried the poisonous paragraph perfectly: "When you see me, you see what you want. You attack what I am because I have what you flaunt. But I soar high, while your words sink low. One day you'll be measured by the scales you show." The parakeet pondered puzzled at the python's reply: "I see only the reflection of the glass I passed by."