
sometimes i write these things
so fast to try to keep up with my brain,
so i forget the basic premise of the framework around my own thoughts,
i just know the final message i want to get across
promises and pretty words wrapped in cellophane
because you tell me you’re good for it
but this cant be saved
rereading things i've typed out
and never felt confident enough to press send
is coming to an end
i feel my feelings for you wearing thin
you're on your third life
i know i'm not worth your time
you’ve shown me but you never really had to try
i repeatedly chose to turn a blind eye
just be honest
even if for now you are the protagonist
you cannot tell me anything i haven't heard before
if hurting me is what you've been worried for
I've already seen this movie and
surprise, i wrote the score
i don't care anymore
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3



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