The closer i get

The less i forget

The more i regret

The more i’m upset

The more drunk i get

She’s got a guy its not me, now my wrist is looking sloppy

wish that these poems that i wrote

would bring me closer to you 

stuck in these shoes somewhere else

missin you

It hurt you that you could have had me but you don’t. But it doesn’t. fuck you for that. 

i wish i was an asshole.

and i wish i was normal.

and i wish i could hold a relationship for more than 2 days.

and i wish i could start everything overand change every single.fucking.thing.about.me.

then why don’t you like me?