I Hate You.
I Hate You For Leaving.
I Hate You For Not Replying.
I Hate You For Ignoring My Calls.
I Hate You For Being So Important To Me.
I Hate You For Having Me Fall In Love With You.
I Hate You So Much
That I Love You.
I love the things I own
Which are things which you don’t
Remember that what’s mine isn’t at all yours
You called me insecure
Doesn’t that seem to sure
Make you seem superior to me
Not at all.
You worry about
The way you’re dressed
You care about things that are messed
You claim that you are not a drug addict
But I can tell, that your heroin habit
With the statements you tell me
You don’t need to tell me
I fucking know you, lonely
You try to change
But you don’t know how
You use big words, find new people
But still don’t seem able to figure out
That the problem is you
You’re the problem
Not what you do
Because you aren’t changing
You’re just paraphrasing
The things you do to sound like you’re going somewhere
You’re not moving forward, you’re hooked to her like an anchor
To the bottom of Atlantis, if it were real
You live in fantasies
Welcome to reality
Here, I’m not the crazy one
Oh, you don’t even know
The way you come off
That you’re just a stop
Away from rock bottom
But you seem to see the cityscape
As you move the hair off of the nape
Of my neck
And proceed to place your lips
On the place they first touched my body
And I keep my thoughts to myself, because you’re like a hobby
Which I don’t like doing and I’ve already had it
I can’t control the cravings, but I also can’t keep at it
I’m also a fucking addict
And you’re delusional as fuck
You’re the person who I tolerated the most
And hated the most
Who I never figured out
But people aren’t like words
They can’t be read or heard
By what they choose to convey
Because people are sneaky, especially you
Especially in that way
I look at you sometimes
And something shines
But you close your eyes
Thinking that that’ll keep me from knowing
Why are you being a fucking Chuck?
Just say how you feel
Jesus fucking fuck
YOU ARE NOT WINNING
Tolerance is not premised on luck
and guess what?
I’ve been making wise decisions
'People in my life' revisions
And you can take your superstitions
and shove them up your ass
Because I don’t know what I liked
Or what it was I hated
But things did not turn out
How I anticipated
So yes, I wasted time
And you’re a piece of fucking shit
So yes, I lost my mind
But did you know all addicts eventually quit?
Either by choice, institution or death
And you’re not something I will ever touch again.
"once is too many,a thousand is never enough" (Source:N.A.)
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The Rosy Maple Moth is the prettiest moth ever.
(I do not own the rights to these photos, I just wanted to share this beautiful moth with tumblr.)
It’s like what would happen if you poured fluo paint all over a normal moth.
Give it here. I want to be friends.
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