fuck me. you know the unequivocal
saying you tell yourself in the mirror
every morning while he sleeps nearby
how the fuck do i shake it if my mind
hates me more than i hate me.if i could give you these thoughts for you
to take out the way you take out the trash
without me telling you too i would
a thousand times and trust me you'll
need a thousand more.you still tell me over and over, Katie,
fuck your negativity because I love you
and i just dont get it, i dont get me, i dont
get the reason why i exist, these ghosts haunt
me and i especially dont understand why i
want to push you the furthest away
and want you so close the shadows
cant even sneak between us at night.i dont get me, but you tell me all the time
you got me.
and for that, i feel sorry for you more than myself.
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give it up, ghost!
PoetryCollection of poems I maybe will write. Someday. Okay never