You crashed
And you scared me
You lied
And you are supposed to love me
My hair was dark.
You went to fucking sleep
And you told me you love me
You came to fucking thanksgiving
And you never see me
My hair was short.
We were supposed to be finding ourselves
And we were supposed to just be fucking
We were something to keep you occupied
And we are holding onto the past
My hair was light.
You say you're just using her for her car
And you say nobody rides you like me
You don't even talk to me anymore
And you told me i "keep getting dumber"
My hair is purple.
You didn't use a condom
And you said i was "daddy's little sex slave"
You didn't even fit it was so small
And you think i'm a whore
My hair is mine.
Your little sad boy eyes keep finding me
And your dairy-free ice cream i crave
Your sweatshirt keeps me warm
And your voice no longer calms me
My hair is wild.
We were so happy
And we were so intimate
We were never anything
And we are drifting apart
My hair was long.
I miss you
And i love you
I don't think about you
And i don't know you
My hair is red.
You drove me to the abc store in your new girl's car
Four months after you crashed the car and didn't care enough to check on me
And then you went to fucking sleep while i went to the hospital
But i still forgave you and we agreed to work on ourselves
But you met someone new
And you're using her for her car
And you keep looking at me with your sad boy eyes
And i miss you.
Colton.
I went back to your house to spend your last night here with you
A week after I'd cried after our round
You'd fucked me so hard I couldn't take it
And you'd said i was "daddy's sex slave"
But i let you do it
Because before we'd made love
And you cried to me as i cried to you
And you told me nobody rides you like me
And we were so intimate
And I love you.
Abe.
I haven't seen you in months
You stopped talking to me after I confessed my love
You made me sound crazy
Like we never were anything
You came to fucking thanksgiving
But you never cared about me
And I stopped caring too
And i kept your sweatshirt
And i don't think about you.
Ken-doll
I spoke to you last night
And you told me each day I'm "getting dumber"
But you're supposed to be my best friend
My shoulder
But we are holding onto the past
And we are drifting apart
And your voice no longer calms me
And you think i'm a whore
And i don't know you.
Jaylen
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Randoma collection of poetry, short fiction, and jumbles thoughts typed up and released into the world because iv'e got nothing else to do, except homework but uhhh...... TRIGGER WARNING on the entire piece because you never know what can trigger someone...