Ranting again but poetically - [REDACTED]

This is actually an old thing i did i just wanted to have it here bc why tf not.

[REDACTED]

Why can't i say your name it's [REDACTED]. All i need to do is scream [REDACTED],

You were mine once i had you for a little while. Please.

[REDACTED]

I love the way you touch(ed) me, when we [laid] chest to chest and (you) [told] me that i [was] pretty, when i whispered in your ear.

"Yes, [REDACTED]"

[REDACTED]

All i can ever think about is [REDACTED], and it's all your fault. I hate you, i cant, its always been [REDACTED]. But now your name is R E D A C T E D. And i can't even spell it out half the time.

I'm sick of thinking about you, talking about you, sneaking glances at you because YOU fucked up, and YOU made your own name go from [REDACTED] to Redacted.

My friends hate you hell I HATE YOU but for some reason [REDACTED] lives in everything. Your in the decorations on my walls, my future is in your absence, because you just had to fuck up right, you had to huh [REDACTED].

Because i wasn't good enough for you. Because i didnt have the spunk you needed me too.

[REDACTED]

Please, [REDACTED].

All because i couldn't be more like him, [REDACTED]?

YOUR like him [REDACTED], an asshole who left me in a whim and will also eventually forget i exist.

[REDACTED] and [CLASSIFIED] an odd yet understandable comparison.

I was supposed to write you love letters [REDACTED], remember i promised i would.

You were supposed to meet with me [CLASSIFIED] remember you promised you would.

[REDACTED]

[CLASSIFIED]

All the same.

All i ever hear, i ever think is,

[CLASSIFIED]

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED].

Sometimes i wish i never spoke on either, it would just be her and dad. If i didnt go fuck things up too.

Reading this back goes a little crazy...man what the flip

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