he never fucking replies so whats the god damn point of even telling him my feelings anymore
no i should just suck it the fuck up bc thats life
and i obviously cant take a hint of when im not wanted,
maybe i just dont wanna fucking accept the fact that that is how it is so i keep fighting for him as some stupid fucking attempt to change the past
but i fucking cant
i need to accept that
i wasnt the prettiest
i wasnt the skinniest
but i sure as hell did love him to death.
and i put all my time and effort into him, while he was off chasing other hoes that are taken and getting feels for them and fucking forgot about me.
fucking face it kenzie,
you're always gonna fucking be second best
you're always the fucking runner up
because you're not fucking good enough
not for him
not for the next one
not for anyone
or any fucking thing
bc you're a god failure as a human being.
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My Poems
PoetryThe title is self explanatory. Some poems are depressing, some are uplifting, some are about heart break and some are about happiness. Just depends. Enjoy!(:
