12:46

A scream poem about being lead on.

THANK YOU FOR THE FALSE HOPE IT JUST MIGHT BE THE ONLY GIFT I'VE BEEN ABLE TO USE FOR LONGER THAN A WEEK LET'S SEE HOW MANY F*****G POEMS I CAN WRITE BY THE END OF THE NIGHT WITHOUT THROWING MYSELF ON THE GROUND AND SMASHING MY PHONE TO PIECES IT TAKES ALL I HAVE NOT TO TEXT YOU JUST ONE MORE TIME TO TELL YOU THAT I REGRET EVERYTHING ALMOST AS MUCH AS YOU DO IT'S REALLY TOO BAD WE THINK OF TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT THINGS