I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way you speak to me.
I hate the way you read my mind.
The more I hate you
The more rusty mold eats at my soul.
With the little lies and stupid times we shared.
Oh how i hate the things you say.
You leave me a bitter feeling of algae.
In my mouth.
1 comment:
You're talking about bread aren't you??
Lol jk I love you.
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