i was right
i was fucking right
i told you
you weren't what you thought
I told you to follow in my steps
i told you
and you didn't listen
and here we fucking are
you're so fucking stubborn
and petty
it's simply a matter of you
and not being able to get over yourself
go eat a fucking dick, you stupid fucking loser.
you serve nothing but a half hearted purpose you shall never truly fill, and that's okay with me, because that's what it's always been. you'll never be, and never have been, important to anyone. you deserve nothing but that of the consequences of a thousand incompetent decisions.
remember when we connected?
remember when you and i felt the room?
felt it all? and you supplemented me with sheer passion?
i remember that. i remember it all. i remember when you liked to talk, but here we are.
i was fucking right. now, tell me
what's your name gonna be?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
