Journals

Your face is old and boring
and its so last year,
your smile is nothing new its getting tired.
Your eyes are fading the spark is gone
Your touch is cold

makes me sick to my stomach to think of what we could have been.

I recall the words you said to me.
YOU got so close and whispered in my ear. you came so close but it was a touch of a dream that made me want you more.

Pound down my throat that she is yours and you are hers. tie the noose and slip it around my throat I no she is yours and you are hers.

Your touch is cold
your smile is worn out
your eyes are faded
your so last year.
your so last year

those hearts and stars
were your best f u c k i n g lie.