you're a parasite.
you seek me out when I'm
finally, (finally)
starting to smile again.
you inhale my happiness,
tasting my blood
and stealing my soul.
you managed to drain everything
from my heart.

and all you had to do
was text me:
"cna isee you tnight"

i'll wake up tomorrow,
in one shoe and mascara.
my mind will ache
with exhaustion, that is you.
i'll dread first period,
because he'll know everything,
with just one look.
and maybe then,
will someone hate me as much,
as I hate myself.