Burn all those letters I wrote you
Till my hands were sore.
Get the feeling of my kiss off your lips,
Cause I'm not here anymore.
Fresh out of high school, silly little me.
Couldn't see my naïvety,
18 years old,
And madly in love,
Went from having some fun, to devoted, to crushed.
They said you're bad,
I said they're wrong,
Should have known this would end
In a broken love song cause I'm here,
Here with this knife,
Carving out the words that you said
You meant for life.
And I should have known when they said it.
All we don't have is a gun,
This is a game of Russian Roulette
To prove to you I'm the one.
I know you think I'm dumb,
But you love me.
I know my brains a mess,
But you love me.
I know I'm too childish, know I'm a bitch...
But wait.. You still love me, right??
You want to fuck me good,
Does that mean we're okay?
How am I??
Never better, you finally answered!
The mall, are you sure?
Your house, are you sure?
Your bedroom, are you sure?
A hug, are you sure??
Babe, are you sure?
Oh shit, I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to...
I know you aren't mine anymore,
Okay I'll leave no/w.
What did you say?
OMG, I love you too!
Can I follow you back on Insta- Oh.
You... you're taken already?
And love her to pieces?
But it's only been a few days...
Okay, okay.
I'll take your birthday post down...
I'm sorry that I'm crying... Um...
Let me just go.
I know you don't want to watch me cry again...
Okay...
Um...
Bye, I guess....
YOU ARE READING
Having an Ex- Fiance... At 18
PoetryDedicated to my ex- fiance, who got back with his 5 year old sons mother less than four days after telling me how bad he wants to fuck me.