do you talk about anything
other than girlfriends
and sports?
where'd you get your patience from,
a broken hourglass?
you don't know it, but you
terrify me.
you're so insensitive.
you sat there, cracking jokes
about suicide and making nooses
with your stupid hoodie laces
without knowing that the girl
you see everyday,
the girl that doesn't talk,
has fantasized about suicide.
you probably haven't cried
in five years
and i cried every single night
for an entire year.
you're so immature.
you stood there, wasting time
and arguing instead of sucking it up
and just doing it.
sorry to break it to you, but
dirty dishes won't kill you.
and, by the way,
get a fucking haircut.
~dedicated to chris. fuck you~
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poesíaa sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
