my next poem will most likely be sunday. maybe monday. most likely monday. when all my true feelings kick in. this is not even my heart at its full potential. its 4:44 AM and i'm drinking a pepsi.
Heres a quick little one though :P well not little. but yeah. you know what i mean XD
my only problem is you. not you reading my poem. you. you know you. the one who i gave my heart to. and you had it in your hands. while you sat in the same position for four hours giving away your heart to a dude who probably could care less about how you felt. you don't think i know. i know alright. i know everything you don't want me to know. and i told you everything about me. i only think its fair you show out your colors. i've showed you mine. you say you don't regret it all that much. well i guess i won't regret deleting your number out my phone. i've become so emotional. so stuck. so in a daze. i'd cry over you but my tears would turn into ice sicles from the coldness of your touch. and theres no advantage to that. just the fact that i'd slice open my vein with my tears. ironic.
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