i feel like a fucking idiot.
im taking a bath this late at night because
my fucking horoscope told me i should.
im reaching a new kind of low.
but i have a bath bomb shaped like a cupcake that i have had for like,
three years
and have been too scared to use it
so fuck it.
on a completely different note,
is it possible
to hate someone so much
but love them so dearly?
to want to die,
but what you really want is to start living?
to cry when you think of someone,
but smile?
to miss someone so much,
but be glad that you are away from them?
to want to hear from them more than anything in the entire world?
to wish and keep wishing that they would say something,
but know that they cant?
to wish for someone to be happy,
but wish for you to be what makes them happy?
the water is hot, it kinda burns.
but in like, a good way?
the cupcake is fizzy. its nice.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
