We did everything until one day we didn't.
One night you drove out of town and slept in a in a city you never even heard of until you got there. I thought your random acts on impulse were so enduring, you never stop moving even when your eyelids needed to be taped to keep them open. There were so many times I needed you to be serious and instead you shot me with some fake gun you stole from your little brother. Our dates never even felt like dates because You never planned anything. You never are for sure on things which I hope explains why I haven't heard from you in a month, maybe you just got side tracked with whatever you're doing and when you're ready you'll come home. Or you found someone else to drag on your wild adventures, it's not hard to fall in love with someone like you. I hope you know i was crazy in love with you.
Ive waited a year and I'm starting to think I hate impulsive people.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
