There are people, like me, that succeed out of spite.
Nonsense has been released post-partum to our intense liking of one another. I am not convinced that I have ever felt love, but I am certain that I have felt a strong need to attach myself to someone that loves me.
I think of you and I laugh.
Who could have predicted that I knew how to work this hard and this fast, and you knew how to run away so quickly? Your mother is my second mother and she still sends me her favorite Netflix recommendations.
Sometimes I hear music and it doesn’t remind me of you.
I only think about the one year and a couple awful months that happened when I think about how young I was and how bad everything is when you’re 20 years old. I think about how you said you never make it to seven months and I think it’s because you’re a cheater and a liar, a phony and a narcissist.
I am getting more.
My best friends and I are going on a trip this year to see something new. I am tired of seeing the same things and hearing how people fall prey to the same mistakes. I want to hear new stories and see new environments.
I always hated your singing,
Everyone is good except you. Your slight lisp is not affectionate in the slightest and you should quit immediately. It’s hard to be the bearer of bad news except when it isn’t hard at all because you belong on another continent, far away from me.
Anybody can run, but it takes guts to stay.
Prattle Peach 