back and forth we volley
like a game badminton
i hold my stress high
i let my mood sink
there is just no appeasing you
should i wait it out instead
i didn't mean to make you upset
things just made more sense in my head
i don't know how this is gonna work out
but if stays the way it has been
i think i'd rather just drop dead
looks like this so called friendship thing won't be happening
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
