Sunday, January 20, 2008

I love you in a weird kinda way. It's enough to waste a day.

I've fallen out of love with myself.
Rolling eyes every time I pass that mirror.
Tongue in cheek.
"I wish I could hate you like you hate me."
Brush you off, pick you back up.

Stop.rewind.repeat.

Breaking glass with fists saved for you.
It's never felt so good.
Paint over that smile. It's fake anyway.
I'll sit here and think of me thinking of you thinking of me.
Does it make sense?
I hate you in a lovely way.
How about that?

"We're all cliche, but you're the worst."

1 comment:

Niki said...

you make too much sense in a weird way.
it's so incredible