Vents Hidden in Verse

back and forth

A/N: I'M SO GODDAMN CONFUSED LIKE WOULD YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND DO YOU HATE ME OR DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND

written August 28th, 2020 at 9:20 P.M.

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you're still here.
i thought i had exorcised
every inch of your ghostly being
that existed in my head.

there you are.
haunting the back of my mind,
sending chills scaling down my spine.

what are you? why are you lingering?
is there something that you want?

you hate me, so you say.
but apparently it's a lie.
the words you speak are harsh,
yet hold no true ill intent.

hate me. please, hate me.
get me out of your life.
i cannot possibly do the deed myself.

now you accuse me of hating you.
repeat it, oh, repeat it.
i try my hardest to,
for what reason do i have to tolerate you?

i listen to your dumb, throaty voice
and smile.

i see your annoying, flowing hair
and i just want to pat it again.

i hear your insane, stupid stories
and simply crave more.

there's a tension that keeps taut,
strung between the both of us.

i want to slap you.
i want to comfort you.
i want to know what i want with you.

as if my old dream is occurring digitally,
i shoot at him, "friends?"
and then he walks away,
with absolutely no acknowledgement.

you're always keeping me guessing,
coaster man.