✓〡i love you, i'm sorry ¹ ( poetry )

xxiv. you broke my summers [tw]

i hate bosten - reneé rapp

guess i got ghosted in real life, well that's kinda fun

throw half of me away like one of the disks you've heard too often

you had me blindfolded and now i'm screwed up

like all that no where leading, all that damage kinda lines up

let's be honest here, all that pretend glamour we build won't shine on us

in the end, we're like the stars; shine bright, look nice, but die anyway

remember calling for my birthday, always being days late?

i picked up and you went over it like nothing ever went wrong

not like that simple screw-up gesture was the cause for half my heartbreak

you went on without apologies, bet you still don't think that you owe me one

now everytime that march comes by and i dance in pouring rain

i listen to that record you showed me, like it's the only that remains

sit and smile and swallow lies like i don't care what they contain

you made alkohol look like nothing with your pretty, well-sold pain

god, it's so hilarious how predictable you made me

now there's the kindest criticism and i always refuse to take it

when i think about it, you made me hate all of myself; even my name

it's pathetic how, with just that look in your eyes, you had me change

you opened your mouth and just like a puppet, i became everything you'd say

wish i could forget about it, instead it might haunt me for the rest of my days

but hey, wanna know something funny about all of it?

i think you're pretty much okay.