You suck.
I want to say that to your face;
So much so that it's eating me up inside.
Because it's not fair that I like you
And it's not fair that you look like that
Smell like that
Walk like that
And talk like that.
So if I told you
You suck
Maybe I'll get over you.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PoetryA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
