broken-dolls

You said you don’t like mean poems so I’m sorry in advance
for the things I’ll probably say the next time you decide this isn’t worth it to you
i almost feel like it’s my fault for continuously reaching out like
some kind of broken wind up doll that won’t stop moving.

my cousin saw your name on my phone and she said “you’re talking to him again?”
making it sound like maybe this was the worst sin God had in mind when he wrote the bible.

i probably have an additive personality because the feeling I get in my stomach when I see your name on my screen isn’t unlike the feeling I get when there’s a shot of vodka in my hands.

a little tipsy and
already regretting what’s going to happen next.

—  i guess the problem is I don’t really regret anything– lily rain
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.