to him I'm just his latest conquest
bet his friends would laugh if they knew
bet he'd laugh if he knew what I thought
bet he'll drop me when he finds a better girl
one with pretty eyes and a slim face
one whose stomach is flat even when she sits down
one who doesn't give herself up for a little bit attention
I can't even tell what he said
I don't know his voice good enough
I don't know the way he walks
I really don't know him at all
I really don't know anything at all
YOU ARE READING
chaotic poetry with no theme, just vibes. (mostly sad ones though)
Poetryfor: those who cry to mitski songs a little too much, who were "gifted" in elementary and middle school and are now trying their best but just can't seem to get the hang of it, who never made it past the talking stage, who never feel like they're go...
