#i-hate-you
i really do wish you no harm.
i hope you don't get pocket lint on your dum-dum,
because that would be tragic.
i hope the next girl you date doesn't bite.
even though, you deserve a gnarly girl
who can get low down and gritty.
i pray you don't fall going up the stairs
and slide all the freaking way down.
i wouldn't want a concussed friend
now would i?
i cross my fingers and shut my eyes,
wishing you a pretty girl with perfect teeth
and pale skin
and an american accent cuter than mine.
in bar. or no- in a basement.
i would never wish you the worst hangover that
you've ever had
with a headache so bad
you feel like you tried to go out with a bang (literally)
like kurt d. cobain, and survived.
if you aren't an uneducated swine and know who that is.
i hope you never feel heartache like this.
feeling your chest tighten with anvil heavy memories
and sun-kissed, barebacked truth because
you had to let go what you love
and love what you let go.
crying when you see "message me i get bored x"
in their bio on a tuesday night, for the first time in six months.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
I've never been the type
of person to fall in love
when I meet them.
I usually let them do
whatever they want and
made an opinion about
them like that.
But when I met you
I wanted to know
how it felt to hold you close.
To kiss you and to sing you a
love song that reminds me of
us.
But you didn't so I grew over it.
No more feelings, but the
moment I stop you start to love me.
I'm not going to love you again.
You lost me when you told me
"I love someone else."
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC