i think that you'd never text me again if i didnt text you first, and i dont think In broken mirror and broken glass, broken heart scattered on yellow grass; when I stare at my reflection in the dark, I see someone I should've left behind long ago.
My poetry is bad, I've never claimed otherwise; it's sticks and stones and a pull away from breaking its stitches and falling apart.
I once thought the roles were reversed, but it really does turn out that I'm too nice for my own good.
You feel like a nicotine hit.
Like the high i used to get when i started smoking
Like the first time i got drunk
When i couldn't walk.
My room doesn't feel like home anymore.
The pictures on the walls are peeling and my bed's gone cold.
The tea i drink in the mornings reminds me of you
And i
Throw up.
You texted, unprovoked
And i threw up.
The alcohol in my system
i threw up.
You said what id waited for you to say since that day june
Back when i was fourteen
At least, i think you did
Cause you said you wouldn't explain
While i was too drunk
To think
And i cant remember who i was
Or what i wanted but i know that day you texted
Back in june
i threw up
('Cause i cried too much.)
i laid on my bed and my mom called
And i couldn't get up
'Cause the room was spinning
And i couldn't think
'Cause your name popped up
After so long
On my screen.
And i miss you
And i want you
And i hope you don't read this
Because you'll know it's about you.
But you don't want me
And you don't miss me
Although you said you used to love me
i don't think you will again.
(kiss kiss)
