Scarcity of phrase,

Once regarded in adoration,

Takes another phase,

Undergoing a transformation.

And hence,

Negligence.

There is no better ******* feeling than having someone forget you exist. Having someone miss your calls and ignore your texts. They turn away when you walk by. They hear you calling but look around for an escape. They forget your ******* birthday. They channel all their love for you into someone else. A stranger. You've been there for them even when they were a ***** and had no other friends. When they wanted to end their life and had no one else to talk to. When they barged into your door crying almost every night. And a ******* stranger comes into the play and I feel you slowly slipping away. You love them more. I know. Do you love me at all. If not then say so. Please. I can't take this passive agressive behavior. It's swallowing me whole.  Stop pretending to know me, you don't know ****. You don't know that im a jealous ***** and I'm not happy for you. I want you to leave them. But you seem so content. So much more hopeful than you ever were with me by your side. I hate hate hate watching you two. It hurts. There's a heaving in my chest. I'm just done. Go be happy.

I've never ignored what is so important

My feelings for you

Cause when my whole body tightens when I even pass through your town

That has to mean something

Oh forget it

I just love you

It’s all me,
because you never have anything to say.  
I fill the silence
with my nonsense.  
I fill the silence with me.  

There’s too much me
in this date.  
There is
no us,
because I’m inhaling
the summer air
and chewing this buttery bagel

while you’re on your phone
just scrolling and refreshing
secondhand experiences.  

My hands sway
with my useless tales
as your hands hold your attention.
Your thumbs sliding the screen
that is brighter than the words I waste.
This is all a waste.

There isn’t enough honey
in my tea to take this bitter
******* you call company.

It ***** to feel so left out things.
To be one to always say hello first.
To be the one to ask ‘hey how are you?’
and never get a reply.
To be the one who wants these bridges built
but you keep burning them down.

One day I’m going to get tired of saying hello
and asking ‘how are you?’
One day I’m not going to care at all
And if you ask why
You won’t get an answer
Because my mother taught me
not to talk to strangers

I hope I one day forget how your love felt,
So I can stop craving it.

It's funny that you take so much away.
It's funny that you don't even care.
It's funny how much you've led me astray.
It's funny how much I'm still not aware.

If it only it was easy.
Then we wouldn't have to pretend.
That you don't make me queasy,
Everytime you and I try to blend.

I wonder how I would've acted,
If I had known,
That you would've extracted,
Every seed I had ever sown.

Maybe I might have been ready,
But then I recall all the lonely days,
In which you made me feel so unsteady.
I should have never looked into your gaze.

I believed you to be so sunny,
And that, my friend, is what's so funny.