Can I ask you something?
Why do you even talk to me? I’m nothing to you. It’s obvious you don’t care about my feelings. So why do you talk to me? I know you have other girls you can talk to, trust me I know. So you don’t really need me at all. And don’t play dumb. I know they had feelings for you too. But do you see them as people? Do you see me as a person? I bet you don’t. I can’t do this anymore.
You can go tell everyone im a bitch. Or a tease. Or that my tits are too small and my body is gross. I don’t give a fuck.
today is your senior ball, and i guess i’m a little dissapointed that you didn’t ask me.
but i guess you’re not supposed to take the girl you casually fuck to formal dances.
you texted me during band class
"i want to fuck you so much right now."
you kept looking at me.
i went along with it, i always do.
because there’s very few things i crave more than your skin on mine.
i just wish i was your one and only.
it doesn’t matter much.
you’ll be gone soon enough anyways.
you don’t know how much i’ll miss you.
i hope you’ll say goodbye.
it will have been a year this saturday.
aince that busride.
that i’ll never get back.
i’ll never feel your arms again
or your lips
or your eyes.
oh god, your eyes.
i can’t stop remembering.
i would do anything for you.
your fucking name brings tears to me eyes.
it’s such a common name, i know.
yet, whenever i hear someone utter it, i feel my heart collapse.
please come back
you’re leaving in a few months
we’ve still got time, i’m sure of it.