Careful, you might get carpel tunnel.
I can't even tell you not to waste your breath,
these twelve point font Times New Roman apologies are supposed to mean something to me?
Today my arm was twisted around with a twisted truth behind it.
You've got it all wrong, fucker, and your lies add on to the askew tale beneath my hatred.
This cold hell and these burned angels think I waste my time hating someone that means nothing to me,
you're the one with effect on my life.
My actions paint me stupid
your words state you're sorry.
We're both proven wrong on the flip side,
so act on this or [don't] kiss me goodbye.
Those lines say they care,
but do you check to see if
my heart's still bleeding
on my sleeve for you? I'll tell you,
it's not.
There's someone that cares about me,
and I'm afraid of coming too close,
but I'm not afraid of the same things
I should have been petrified of with you.
this last part was about rush.^^
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and itsa thursday.
and.
we have school tomorrow.
and this poem is really well written katelyn.
i love you darling best friend of mine.