I hate you more than I could ever describe.
I hate that your blood runs through my veins.
I hate that I have to fucking live with you.
You sicken me.
You have no regard for anyone
But your own god damn self.
Fuck you.
Fuck off.
Don't you dare tell me
You "understand"
Because you fucking don't.
You never will.
But fuck me, right?
Fuck how I feel.
It's not like my feelings for anything
Have matter much anyways.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
