Hey Jessica, this is your past self.
Have we finally grown and become someone else?
Or are we still crying when milk falls off the shelf?
You're such a little bitch,
While I'm sure you're aware of this,
I'm getting sick of your shit.
Remember the time you cried yourself to sleep?
Shit that's every night,
Since everyone leaves.
Are you still over dramatic or did you get knocked up?
Probably at 16 because you're still a fuck up.
But that's alright since you don't give a fuck.
You're a careless, reckless cunt with no regard for anyone around you.
Did you ever fucking get a clue?
Because somehow, I doubt you.
At 15 we were doing some illegal shit that we probably regret.
Smoking weed, cigarettes and statutory rape aren't even the worst of it.
A.P. made us cry, J.H. made us cry, our romance life was dead.
Did we ever find love or are we still alone?
Did we ever leave Missouri and find a sense of home?
Did we ever actually replace our shitty phone?
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
