he’ll break your heart.
i refuse to believe you won’t have consequences for doing this to me.
there’s not a chance in hell that you deserve me.
what i did:
- listened to you
- hugged you
- kissed you
- told you things would be okay
- wrote you a cute song
- drew you cute things
- wrote you little notes
- sent you a teddy bear
- played video games with you, even though i’m embarrassed about how bad i suck.
- made sure i said good morning as much as i could, just so that your days would start out right, cause maybe you wouldn’t be so sad.
- things i’m not so sure i’m proud of now
annnnnd, now you can barely lift your finger to tell me to fuck off.
of course you can tell me how you wanna kill yourself, and i’ll bring out all the optimism, and i’ll help you try to plan. BUT, as soon as i get down on myself and need a little help, it’s “danny, stop”, and that’s the end of the conversation.
have fun at the club.
- the two cowlicks on the front of my head
- the shape of my head
- the shape of my face
- my ears
- the acne all over my face
- the bulky ass shoulders that don’t match my head
- the acne on my shoulders
- my man boobs
- the acne on my chest
- the acne on my back
- the flab at the bottom of my stomach that won’t go away
- my thighs
- my flabby ass
- the cracked toenail fucking birth defect i have
- my voice
- my laugh
- my dark fucking hair that contrasts with my white as all hell skin
i’ll keep pretending that it doesn’t.
i’m in your bed. i hate that you’re there. i hate clubs. i’m sick. yes. mostly, i just stayed home because i knew i’d just get pissed if you got eyeballed. which is probably happening right now. i’m not your boyfriend. i have no place to say anything about it. but, i will tell you why it gets me angry. you’re a single moment for those guys. they check you out and think about how they wanna fuck you. you’re not like that for me. you make my heart race, you take up all my thoughts. you’re gorgeous, and you inspire me. you make me happy, and you’re more than a moment to me. maybe you’ll never need anything else. maybe he broke something inside of you, and all you want is to be that moment for a lot of guys. just know that you’re always a lot more for this idiot.
you’re a sponge. i don’t need that anyways.
