i’m tired of feeling dead inside.
no friend of
like i did before
an: my variation of austin kleon’s newspaper blackout poetry; i call it lyric blackout poetry. song: you’re not sorry by taylor swift
we threw our hearts in the fire,
jumped headfirst into the flames,
i watched you smolder
and then start again
(can we please just start again)?
seem to disappear,
leaving you wonder how they ever came.
with our first gaze,
our fates entangled,
slowly severing our
(darling, we were never meant to work out).
and as much as i hate to admit it,
sometimes you’re all i can think about
i wonder what you’re doing,
where you’re going,
how you are.
but more than anything else,
i wonder if you ever think of me.
(say, darling, do you ever think of me)?
cold as ice,
it just ain’t right
how someone can go
through life as
mean and bitter and greedy
(how can someone go through life as
mean and bitter and greedy as you)?
stupid girl, you did it again,
gave your heart to someone you knew would mangle it
left yourself unprotected,
let it all fall apart,
so why are you crying
when you’re who’s at fault?