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It’s like, when I look at him I can see it all, I can see the big house with the nice view and our three kids running happily through our yard. I can see me laying my head down next to his every night and being completely content with that, and I can see me holding his hand as we grow old. But when he looks at me I’m sure all he sees is his friend with the big blue eyes, and the scar on her cheek from the time the pit bull bit her, and her baby tooth that looks like a little fang on the left side of her mouth. And it’s crazy that when I look at him I see our future, and when he looks at me he just doesn’t.
—  My writing partner is actually a beautiful writer.
I Hate You

I hate you for the lonely nights, 

Stars not shining.

I hate you for the sunless days,

Birds not singing.

I hate you for the empty hands, 

Always craving.

I hate you for the empty sheets,

Always waiting.


I hate you for the endless tears,

Always crying.

I hate you for the quiet rings,

My mind I’m losing.

I hate you for leaving me,

Always wishing.

I hate you for loving me,

Always promising.



I hate you for the emptiness,

Heart is breaking.

I hate you for the weaknesses,

Walls crashing.

I hate you for the desperation,

Heart yearning.

I hate you for the anger,

Feelings confusing.



I hate that I love you

Through all the pain,

I hate that I love you,

Through all the pretending,

I hate that I love you

Despite all the hate,

I hate that I love you

And that will never change.

TIDES

I sit in-between this ocean blue bed cover and white sheets all crumpled up,in lines like tides in the ocean, waves all crashing my shore with the weight of a shark lunging against me, 

 Is this what we are? We are never okay, I am either obsessed with you or cursing you, I’m either sitting on your lap or on the front porch.

 I’m Either waiting the entire night for one ring or either I am telling you to leave, 

Is this what we are, troubled ocean drowning happy ships, I can’t write , I can’t think of anything other than you, you clog my mind up and I can’t flush your voice out.

 I sit on this ocean blue bedcover and i want to cuddle up to these sheets but its always dawn or dusk and you keep writhing away and and I never know when you will come back home.