fuck you.
fuck your family, who loved and absolutely adored me.
fuck your friends, who i got so close with i considered my friends.
fuck your playlist, which we listened to every time we played cards and that we slow danced to
fuck your bed, which i loved laying in cause it smelled like you and that you loved me laying in cause when i left it smelled like me
fuck every memory we made, every memory that i tortured myself with for months after you left me
fuck every picture we took, every picture that i cried looking at for months until i finally had the strength to delete them
and most of all
fuck you, for loving me and treating me like no one else every did so now you're scarred into my fucking brain, for telling me you would never leave me when you fucking did, for telling me you still loved me when you broke up with me, for when you got pissed off and told me to leave you alone cause i was bothering you too much
go fuck yourself
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
To Touch Heaven
ПоезіяSo this is a books of poems Seems like its the only thing i can write The poems are about anything i feel, its up to you to guess what feeling it is i suppose Enjoy my brain vomit
