Saturday, May 28
fool
guess i'm a little tired
of being at your beck and call.
reckon that this is adoration? i feel
like such a dog.
guess i'm a little tired
of holding out my hand, holding out
my heart, when all you'll ever do is
slap it away; maybe step on it.
i don't know, i don't
know you anymore. did i ever?
tempted to do the craziest things.
stop eating 'cos you said i'm
chubby, but crash dieting'll
crash your system.
stick my finger down my throat
to make up for it, but they say
your tooth enamel gets eroded.
like my morals.
a proud princess scrubbing floors
to earn a little charity. what happened to
your dignity?
it still drives me insane that i can't always
get what i want. and all i ever wanted was -
you?
yours truly
4:06 PM
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xoxo