we all have someone we want to call again,
someone we want to undress,
and someone we want dead...
i tell her not to be afraid, i'm not going away-
i tell her that i'll miss her, and i know what she'll say.. i don't miss you, that's not who i am and i'll laugh, saying she doesn't have to like me back
and i hope she'll do well, i hope she doesn't meet anyone better than me..
(it's not that hard baby; i know..)
i hope there's someone underneath her, if i could just dig a little deeper, under how she ignores
the things i say,
how she wishes i was someone else, (maybe if i was prettier, smarter or resembled any of her idols in any sort of way.)
how she wishes he would come-
and that's all right ,
everyone thinks i'm drunk
anyways.. stumbling around in the dark
mourning cause ill never be the first to be with her, but i'm sober, just like i promised my mother,
and its all right ,but who will i be with
when she's gone
all summer ?
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
