Monday, April 11

you how

im a bad person, i think im tired drinking for fun and keeping you close, i never pick up the phone anymore i hate this fucking feeling i hate you i wake up naked and try to do my laundry sun in my eyes, air too tight i can't tell you how i feel because every girl loves a guy who's strong and i'm not strong im perfectly dim, a thought flickers and dies while i blink, please talk to me while you do your hair let me know what i did wrong that giant red arrow points to nothing nothing comes of nothing nothing nothing nothing so cliche, so in love, so alone and so-so best friends lets be together you left me

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