as i look through the poetry i wrote about you i'm bitter
i know that i'm the one that broke my own heart here
and god damn it hurts
so why am i mad at you?
we love each other but it isn't going to work
and that's the bitch of it all
how fucking cruel is it that we have to remain nothing because of our circumstances?
how cruel can this world be?
we're just kids in love who did our best and failed
i want you back but i can't have you
and no amount of writing will ever be enough to explain how much that hurts
