what is happening?

(EXTREMELY DATED- this is really not that good, and is mainly just depressing rants I wrote when I was younger.) This is where I write down poetry and some feelings, mainly emptiness, Message me if you have any questions (see intro for more)

Bad Boy's Game

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...