Get OUT

there are so many ways i hate you.
i hate how everything i see, every single day is still something i relate to you.
you're just so damn unforgettable, i can't get you out of my mind.
first love
i shared my rooftop with you, my stars. i shared my music with you, my smile. i gave you everything i had.
and more.
i threw away my pride for you.
my dignity.
i let you use me at your will
and i hadn't ever felt so good, but now it's catching up to me and i can't stand anymore.
you're still so ingrained in my being

i walked into Ms. Mo's room today, and my heart stopped.
you were there, next to me, and i felt like crying.
anything to hold you once more.

you've got everyone at your fingertips
and you don't even understand
you take it for granted, how these people love the image you portray.
and that's how i hate you.

i cried again today.
not just because i'm sad your gone,
but because i'm fucking pissed that you were ever here.

just leave.

i made a new friend.
he seemed cool, funny, the usual.
and he looked familiar, i knew i had met him before.

we got to talking.

he asked me if i knew beek, to which i answered yes.
he asked me if i knew you, to which i answered yes.
he remembered that one time, when we ditched and found a empty parking lot.
i thought i could get away from you.

burning tears of anger.

i hate loving you, and i love to hate you.


and then i ran into a certain somebody else's mother. she's so sweet. and you fucked up any chance i might have had with him.

get out.