When you left I had to convince myself that you were bad for me,
That you were evil,
That you were toxic,
That I hated you.
I knew it was all a lie
But I also knew if I didn't tell myself that I would find a way back to you.
Even if in a friendly way.
And I would fall once again.
So you had one job,
To stay as far away from me as possible.
Not that hard.
But then you had to come back to me.
You had to tell me you still loved me.
You had one job and you fucked it up.
You didn't know you had a job.
The easiest job in the world.
But thank God you fucked it up.
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I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
PoesiaLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
