Fuck
Its happening again
I fell out now I fell in again
Well, I guess I never really fell out
But it is worse, this need, this obsession.
Fuck
I didnt think this was going to happen
And I dont even know how I feel about it.
On one end, it kills to have this feeling and I can't do anything about it.
On the other end, I feel empty, lost and sad without it.
Fuck
I dont know what to do,
I dont know what you see,
I know I want you,
But do you want me?
Fuck fuck fuckety fucker,
I can't help but love her.
What is this,
What game are we playing,
What is this,
What the fuck am I even saying.
I should shut up.
Love is fucked up.
YOU ARE READING
i dont know
Poesíathis is going to be a bunch of poetry. probably terrible, but these are just my thoughts.
