Im getting kind of sick of these pity party poems.
All of my feelings out there on the rack for show.
Its funny how I lasted,
Its funny how I tried.
But honestly I'm done and I'm not afraid to say I cried.
Its over with,
Setting stone can't come back to haunt you.
Its really kinda shitty how you just moved on.
I love how half a year didn't matter.
But its great how I'm trying to Barry your bones.
I love the shuttle feeling of the dirt.
Covering up all of your mistakes.
But I'm breathing.
Yeah I'm breathing.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you had me.
Tell me that you want me.
But your mouth fills with lies.
Broken promises,
Uncharacteristic verchu.
I promised from the start,
This came from my heart.
Its still not poetry.
My dad just packed up and left.
All the things that he bitterly said.
It funny how he doesn't want to talk,
Even after all those years when I could barely walk.
But I'm still breathing.
Still breathing.
Got kicked to the curb,
Nothing left but you,
Took me in and tried to make me feel at home....
But I'm alone.
