so its 3am again.
you said it. there it was. the first time you've let hurtful words slip. they spun themselves together in your head so fast that i didn't have time to prepare. i didn't see them line up neatly down your throat. they wrung their hands anxiously and waited their respective turns. then you released them. and they ravenously tumbled out, skipping across your tongue. i may not have seen them preparing. but i sure did feel them. feel them as they were catapulted into my face. like a 2x4.

"stop this."
"why? because you've already dated the boy with wasted potential?"

rip. tear. the nails on your wood are coming out in all the wrong places. namely through my face.

you don't even have a clue. you don't even have a clue.