god i just wanted to write a stupid little poem about how i felt comfortable talking to a new friend for once and like i didn't have to put up some goddamn front.
they were playing black ops 4 so i called them bo4 as a joke.
they thought it was funny.
ok??
and yes i was mad at her, bc i thought there was something else going on.
or maybe she was gonna leave me again,
i don't trust anyone!! idk why anything had happened but i immediately thought everyone was turning on me again.
but she made the right move,
i realize she made the right call.
but i wasn't going to the dance to just toy with you.
i really wanted to go with you.
but i realize she made the right call and now i'm over it.
i'm moving on.
it doesn't matter anymore.
i'm not gonna hurt you anymore so now i'm actually fucking moving on instead of keeping a space for you in my life and hoping you'll come back.
i don't fucking want anyone.
there's no new boy.
there's no new love.
there's just a new friend.
someone new to have conversations with.
no feelings,
just bo4 and talking about inventions and shit.
nothing matters anymore so i don't care.
shits gonna happen and instead of me allowing myself to get hurt i stop caring.
i'm gonna do what the fuck i wanna do and idc what happens.
ok?
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an ode to the loveless, these are for you.
Poetrypoetry to help aid your understanding of emotions that are too strong to deal with alone, and also some insight into my mind and soul. enjoy. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Poem #1 in Mania #1 in Doubt #1 in Longing #2 in Need
