i was wrong, it's over.
you pretend like it never happened, like you're the 'big brother' like you claimed to be
and i sit in silence, wondering why you insist on acting like you care.
it makes me feel like i was a quick fuck, but that's the thing...i was.
please don't call me anymore, wondering where i am, who i'm with, and what i'm doing.
don't hit me up, asking what is going on at my house and if my parents are awake.
don't, just don't.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
