notes {k.th p.jm}

note #2

"love is a dangerous thing
or so I've seen
some people are playing
other people are not
but who can be trusted
in a world like the one we live on?"

You didn't even look at me today.

I figured that you wouldn't.

You never do.

Not anymore at least.

Why can't we go back to the time on the swings?

The time when we were still friends.

The time when 'hurt' was only a word in our nightmares.

We had been assigned to work on a project together.

You still didn't look at me.

I'm not even sure you acknowledged my name being called out.

I put my head on the desk and let music fill the empty void.

To be fair though

that would have been

my reaction as well.

I am disgusting.

I am worthless.

I am a waste of space.

You pushed me to the ground.

You kicked me in my chest.

You punched me in my face.

You smirked as I spat blood.

I am ugly.

I am a freak.

I should die.

At least that's what you told me, Park Jimin.