I.
And I'm slouching in the dark,
Googling Ways To Cure Heartbreak, and
I'm clawing off my skin, eyes
Burning into that one little sentence from you, over
And over again until my body turns to
Scalding fire and I forget to mask my pain
With omg rly?!?! bro i'm so happy for u
U gotta tell me all the tea omggg and I'm
Trying to forget the fact that the past two years
Were years wasted, my midnight mind's eye
Spiraling, obsessing over some unspoken,
Intangible love, twisting every doubt and flash
Of reality into some optimistic spur of hope, but
I think for once hope, my most prided quality,
Got the best of me, because
II.
Now I'm stuck in a dimly lit bunk bed,
Your little ring you broke at my house still
Resting under my pillow, sobbing into my
Clumsy poetry, spamming my sister, the only
Person I at least half-trust---
Okay, one-quarter---
How she's really got to come over right now,
Because it's about---
It's about---
III.
Sitting here, I'm
Binging fluffy romance shows on Netflix
About girls with crushes who, by some miracle,
Loved them all along. Sitting here, I'm
Pitying myself and the years I wasted,
The months I foolishly convinced myself I was
Over you. As if it was really ever possible.
As if it is. Sitting here, I'm
Googling Ways To Cure Heartbreak,
Finding it'll only take time, time, time.
It's just a matter of how much time I can
Endure, sitting here
With this wasted pain, this
Wasted love.
And I'm slouching in the dark,
Googling Ways To Cure Heartbreak, and
I'm clawing off my skin, eyes
Burning into that one little sentence from you, over
And over again until my body turns to
Scalding fire and I forget to mask my pain
With omg rly?!?! bro i'm so happy for u
U gotta tell me all the tea omggg and I'm
Trying to forget the fact that the past two years
Were years wasted, my midnight mind's eye
Spiraling, obsessing over some unspoken,
Intangible love, twisting every doubt and flash
Of reality into some optimistic spur of hope, but
I think for once hope, my most prided quality,
Got the best of me, because
II.
Now I'm stuck in a dimly lit bunk bed,
Your little ring you broke at my house still
Resting under my pillow, sobbing into my
Clumsy poetry, spamming my sister, the only
Person I at least half-trust---
Okay, one-quarter---
How she's really got to come over right now,
Because it's about---
It's about---
III.
Sitting here, I'm
Binging fluffy romance shows on Netflix
About girls with crushes who, by some miracle,
Loved them all along. Sitting here, I'm
Pitying myself and the years I wasted,
The months I foolishly convinced myself I was
Over you. As if it was really ever possible.
As if it is. Sitting here, I'm
Googling Ways To Cure Heartbreak,
Finding it'll only take time, time, time.
It's just a matter of how much time I can
Endure, sitting here
With this wasted pain, this
Wasted love.
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