Most of the time we don't get on,
Until the night falls over us to sweep away with our secrets,
And the way your voice catches makes me think everything is a con...
Oh my, we're so close yet so far
Our enemy pride getting in the way, way, way of this...
We're driving around aimlessly with no-one steering the way
Neither asking the other to stay
We're trying to prove which one is right
But our assertions turn into a fight
Walking away with our back turned
Refusing to give in to this little thing
It's really not worth it, not a story Taylor Swift could sing
You're mean, mean, mean
And would it kill you to at least be a little keen?
When I talk, listen.
When I listen, let me all the way in.
When I'm trying you should be in awe, dahling.
I don't need your love, I don't want your love
And if you want me to the boo hoo, cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it
Because I'm not putting up with your shit.
Done. I'm so done.
And it feels so good,
Just like it should.
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The Wasted Hearts Society
Poetry"I just want you to know that my red lipstick isn't for you tonight/ Swaying in the permanent darkness as I throw the heels off/ It's just this loneliness of the night I crave/ My indifference is going to hit you like a tidal wave." A series of poe...
