Two months later she asked me on a date.
I didn't decline it.
I kinda like her.
I drink now.
She found me on the floor of my room crying over your picture I had on my phone.
She made me delete all of the pictures I had of you.
She made me flush down all of the liquor I had.
This time she held me in her arms.
I yelled at her.
Told her to 'fuck off.'
She didn't.
She said we don't have to go on the date.
I said ok.
I heard her say something that I wasn't supposed to hear.
"I'm falling hard for you everyday and seeing you like this kills me"
I stood quiet in her arms crying from the heartbreak you caused.
I can't even like another girl without comparing her to you.
I don't hate you, I could never.
I just hate that you used me.
I love you.
I'll never stop loving you,
The girl with pink hair.
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The girl with pink hair *old version*
Dla nastolatkówShe always sat in the back of the class with her head in a book. He had always noticed her, she never noticed him, until one day. Until one day that he saved her , and sees her for who she truly is. She is, The girl with pink hair.
