I drink coffee like water and
I still never know what to say.
I don’t know how to get out
of bed half the time. It’s not
pretty, or endearing. I
whisper you secrets,
I’m still looking to be saved.
Sometimes I am so weak,
sometimes so strong.
This one screams your name.
You never were, and you never will be mine.
I hate you, but I love you.
I can’t stop thinking of you.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
How long am I supposed to put up with this bullshit?
I’m not falling apart.
Yeah,
I did confuse you with a better man.
This is ridiculous.
What do I have to do for the tiniest bit of respect?
I’m so stupid,
I’ve already given this way more chances that you deserve.
Listen to your voice…
What are you actually saying?
