*******. why.
am I such a *******
?
this poem is not a poem
it's just me,
-
hating myself.

And here I am pleading

I want you to love me
The way you loved your coffee

I want you to accept me
Despite of my bitter taste
Or my cold face

I want you to be comfortable
With my heat

I want you to need me
Every morning when you wake up

I want you to love me
Until my last drop

im tired of writing the me
that you want to see
i want to be writing the me
that *I want to be

she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.

my darling left for battle
he kissed me on the cheek
i wished him all my love
not knowing what to speak*
te amo, mi amor

I smoke 4 am cigarettes
For my 4 am regrets

...

Money, drugs, and cheap ***
Nothing more, nothing less

And coordinated train wrecks
With filthy secrets to confess

Beer breath and sad texts
Bred by my building stress

...

I smoke 4 am cigarettes
For my 4 am regrets