Nothing here is beautiful and everything is wrong.
It was a brutal honesty that you knew all along.
Every time I cried to you, exposing my distress,
you shrugged the shoulders I cried in. You couldn’t have cared less.
And every time I remember when it felt so right,
Dreams where we are friends again give me chills at night.
You bruised me with your words and looks until their pleasure died,
and yet, their ugly memory will still kill me inside.
After all this history it’s hard to feel strong.
Nothing there was beautiful and everything was wrong.
mikkiaaron 