You confuse me. I want you but also don't.
I wish you could understand what goes on in my head.
You make me want you then you switch things up on me.
I want you then I get rid of those feelings and suddenly you want me.
Then I think I want you again and you turn into everything I hate.
You made me want you and now you're showing your just like the rest of them.
This probably makes no sense but it's fitting because thats like my thoughts about you.
You call me cute and shit then you say you just wanna fuck.
You say you really like me and shit then you say you just wanna fuck.
Please make this make sense
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Thoughts Of A Broken Girl
PoetryWARNING this is my safe-space. Please understand I've written these over years. Im not a freshman in high-school anymore so I like to think it gets less cringe. But welcome to my mind.
