DISCLIAMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS POEM, ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR, WHO SADLY, I COULDN'T FIND ANYWHERE.
I keep writing about you
they tell me my words are beautiful
I don't know why
maybe because they're written for you
you're beautiful
but what they don't know
what you don't know
is I stare at this blank fucking paper
and all I feel is rage
anger and frustration
because I write down these things
and it never comes close to what I feel
if actions could be translated to words
I would write me shouting in my fucking car
because your favorite song came up on my
god damned Pandora station again
I would write me standing in the shower
while the scolding water burns my skin as I
try to think of the exact moment I lost you
then I would write me shutting off the water
in total defeat
because I realized I never even had you
I would write how my eyes burn as I
continue to stare at the god damned ceiling
at 3 am missing you
being up that late was only fun when you were around
I wish you were still around
I don't even know how to fucking end this
there's no poetic way to say I feel like
fucking shit.
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SUMMERTIME ↣ NICK ROBINSON
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