roses are red
violets are blue
not sure if you care
but I think I miss you
it's a good thing most of my friends dont use this site
so whenever I start to think of you at night
and my demons start to bite
at least I'll have a place to write
about the shit i deal with every day
seeing your face makes my heart decay
and i swear i miss everything about us,
hand holding, sweet kisses,
and even the lust.
it's been so torturous
watching down the halls as your fingers entwine,
with anothers,
not mine
YOU ARE READING
i'm not sure what youre doing right now but i'm losing my fucking mind over you
Poetrymostly bullshit i use lots of metaphors based on true events
