you know, all this crying over you
does absolutely nothing for
my flawless sense of style.
& fourty five days in i
kicked the addiction but
you never once even cracked a smile.
you know, i absolutely hate you
but i can’t shake this guilt babe,
and the memory of how you taste.
& if you say you miss me
don’t say you never lied that day
on the phone or over & over to my face.
i’d never want it back,
but you promised me a future
and then left me for you addiction to death.
& it’s cute how you thought you’d save me
but you fucked up my first two wishes
and i’m here to collect the one i have left.