Fuck you and your stupid eyes
Fuck you and your smile
Fuck the way you would carry yourself when you felt confident
Fuck the way your cold hands would hold mine
Fuck you and your stupid intelligence
Fuck you and the way you would get angry when something wasn't making sense to you
Fuck you for getting upset with me when I didn't listen to your advice as often as you wanted me to
Fuck you for all the happy things you make me feel
Fuck you for all the horrible things you make me feel
Fuck you for visiting me in my dreams
Fuck you for taking a piece of me
And taking one of the things that mattered most to me
Fuck you
For dragging me up from the verge of suicide
Fuck you
For making me feel something other than misery
Fuck you
For showing what it feels like to feel better
Fuck you for ever making me really smile
Fuck you
For holding my hand when I was nervous
Fuck you for everything good you ever did
Because now
Every night that I hardly sleep
I can almost feel your skin
Beneath my fingertips
I can almost feel myself really smile
I can almost taste that feeling that's not happy
But not misery either
And then it's gone
And I remember
Fuck you.
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Can You Not: A Series Of Poems Written From Memories Of A Semi Hurtful Past
PoetryPoems from the heart that encase the emotions of an anxious, panic ridden fifteen year old girl who doesn't really have any experience with real love or heartbreak, but thinks she does. What I've learned from my "experiences" is that we get from a s...
