next time you tell me you miss me
maybe say it with a little less whiskey
the fantasy i had of you in my head
was so much better than you were in bed
my friends all said you looked kinda ugly
my mind told me it didn't matter, you were funny
now the only thing i laugh at is the way i used to be
pining and waiting for the idea of you and me
here i lie, angry, saying goodbye.
i had fun, that week that you said i was the one.
then left turned dropped everything just to run
i hope you get burned when you fly into the sun.
sincerely,
the one you said you wanted.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
