so it's like what
the fuck dude. i fucking
hate you but damn we
had a good run of it
didn't we and i'm telling
you that it's my mind
like the gray haze that
clings to my vision is
the reason i can't see you anymore
but honestly you were always
the most colorful thing
i've ever seen a fucking
rainbow. fuck. and sometimes
i get so fucking angry
it's like man i'm drowning
and you're just okay
it's easy to be pragmatic
when you're apathetic. i don't
know how to be okay
with this cause i'm teasing you
for watching anime and
i'm tracing my tongue
along the roof of your
mouth and i'm wishing
that alex didn't exist cause
she sucks the ultraviolet
out of you and she says you can't
love anyone if you don't
love yourself and i ask
her if it means she
doesn't love you and she
says yes. how can
she not love you. maybe i
should tell you and ruin
your fucking life that revolves
around her is she
the fucking sun
(hey remember when i was your sun)
and maybe you just
deserve to know
your girlfriend doesn't love
you but my texts
won't deliver did you block
me what the fuck sometimes
when i look at that ugly
fucking stuffed dog you bought
for me at the shore i can't
breathe. why don't you love
me anymore. i
told my self i'd stop
writing about you but
how the fuck else
am i supposed to
cope with this how do i
hate you like fucking tsunamis
crashing onto islanders
and still cry into blood
stained cotton
sheets im a mess
and i miss you. even
after i've dumped
bud into a pipe
and i'm smoking it
you're still on
my mind. can
this kill me.
