thank you
for always being there
filling every empty doubt
making memories that we can share
how could i ever forget
the kind words that you kissed
engraved into the curves of my brain
like a repeating cassette or the smoke of a cigarette
what would i do
if you hadn't told me your truthful lies
make me feel like i had everything dissolved in you
just to find what i had thought
i won't forget the time
you stopped liking my tweets
cause you were fucking my ex
and i hope to God that you're reading this rhyme
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
