Dear Blue ,
I'm glad we don't fit together
I'm glad
you always move
I'm glad you don't really know me
But that's the point
You do not know me
You never read
But that's okay
I don't depend on your
non-existent vote
or your ways of judging
how I cope
But don't be surprised
when I stop behaving like I always do
Get a taste of your own medicine
Blue,
Fuck you.
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
