my doubts for you are very high
cause everything you are isn't mine
and i don't think your friends would like me very much
cause they blame me for all their pain
even though i never asked them to
they probably said mean things about me
while i was in bed
and they all smiled
when they found out how upset i was
everyday i have to apologize
for messing up
and it scares me when i make you look bad
because you say you don't care about the score
but i just want to be happy with you
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
