the feelin of being treated like a girl
the nice simple friendship that i thought we shared
the card i sketched the night i heard u were upset
the herbal soup noodles i got for you
im glad i didnt give them.
cos all i was to you
is a complication.
a desire to feel alive,
a desperate attempt at feeling.
cos all i was in the end
is nothing more than an apology.
how nonsense can i become? im an idiot.