Why did you have to text me? I mean, I can sense your intentions through the pixels, so why not come clean now? Do you really think that I'm so idiotic that I'd fall for the same "well I just care about you" stunt twice? If anything, you're the idiot.
I've moved past my feelings for you, and I think that you need to move past yours too. I'm not right for you, and you aren't right for me.
You're like a parasite in my mind. You feed off of my energy, and you use my emotions as your reason to do so. In fact, you barely act human at times. Don't think that I don't notice your addiction to adrenaline. It's unhealthy and not something that I want. You're not something that I want.
YOU ARE READING
poetry journal
Poetrythis will be a little dump area for all of my poetry. occasionally, there might be a few pieces from other artists i like/monologues from movies.
