Confessional
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I made a mistake
to think you weren't fake
I thought you were my friend
but you played me again.
You put on a act
for three years at that!
Through all that time
you had on a disguise,
I love you!
And I don’t know how to tell you that I love you
Is the problem that we’re having here
The thing is you don’t even realize
How much I love you
And you won’t unless I make you realize
“You’re good at being you”Why does that make my heartStop
“You’re so extra”Why does that warm my cheeks
I’m garbage“At least you’re hot garbage”This shouldn’t tie my affections to you
This feeling sining into my chest
It feels as though someone has cut me open and poured in hardening cement
I don't even know what is running through my brain
I suppose now, I have really gone insane
Autumn wrapped a sour head tight past a hoop of fire,
Leaving behind a messy petrol insignia in it's waste.
That stain: me, truly.
Me: past thee stony rubbish
