evanesce 'mc

Dear, Mikey

Im not even going to write a poem

Im mad at you.

Im dont know wat to do

I drunk tonite.

I fell oaky

My hans are shaky

Mu heads hurting

I hate you

So much

For leaving

And not telling

For chasing your dream

That i dreamt with you as well

A dream that i promised

Id support you

I dont know

Why

Why would you leave

With out a note

Even just saying goodbye

Im

So done mikey

So fucking done

I hate you

I hate your smile

I hate your lips

I hate you hair

I hate your laugh

I hate your voice

I hate you face

I hate your hands

I hate your arms

I hate your scent

I hate your neck

I hate your sweet spots

I hate your fucking eyes

I hate how i feel at home looking in to them

I hate how even in pictures

I feel safe looking into them

I hate how it twinkles.

And i hate knowing its not because of me

But i love to know its because you finally have reached your dream.

I hate YOU michael gordon clifford

But you know what i hate most??

I hate me.

Because i know im lying.