no hoes though
Emo for a few weeks, weak, time to get back on my feet. That’s when my playlist goes from hip-hop to metal. Time to get angsty.
Just rip my heart out twice I guess. I’ll be fine
The bread won’t give me herpes, my nigga….
I have a girlfriend.
And she works at Olive Garden.
Soooo, POR QUE NO LOS DOS!?
And she ate all my xanax too.
Well not all of it.
But enough to where I am out when I need it. Talk about bittersweet. No really lets discuss it. Cause right now, I’m only able to stay bitter and say “fuck it”. I see no sweet sides other than that front you thought was so amazing. Impossible lies you wanted to be true, impossible time(s), we were never meant to be, but you…
See, the sweet sweltering waves of the Sea crash repeatedly in vain over the shore.
Determined to beat them down in some low-down-terrible-Terra-firma-form.
It’s late and I’m fueled by pain and heartache and I can’t even think straight girl.
I can’t even blink, yo its an eyelash, its not what you think. It’s not what I think. It’s not about thought, that was the fatal mistake that was made on both of our parts.
I just wish I had winked, and let you walk on past, instead of getting attached and hooked on that ass. Because now there’s this wound and it’s open and festering. It opens up ever more and feeds on all of this ridiculous pestering. It’s like every negative thought I can think of, starts to get away from me, idea’s constantly meddling, this shit-show seems to be forever unraveling, with no healing in sight, give me some emergency-emotional-bandaging.
No more talking tonight, I can’t even sit here
for real just fuck off already.
what the fuck was I thinking?
Riddled with regret, hurt, and pain. This fucking sucks.
Just rip my heart out of my chest already…
Air ripped from my lungs, I’m attempting to breath.
Painful gasps cause pauses between the tears
(while I wish they wouldn’t)
I want to drown in these tears.
I want to scream because of these tears.
What I want isn’t important, I mean…CAN YOU EVEN SEE THESE TEARS?