Here's when you figure out who you are...
What is it like when you realize everyone who knows you hates to love you and visa versa?Do you cry about it drunk and alone in your ex boyfriends house? No.
Do you giggle about it with your friends at strategic sleepovers when really you're just looking for that sympathy?
I hate seeing you cry yet I push and pry until you do it's like this sick satisfaction I get to see you so wrapped up.
And seeing you drunk makes me want to puke because you tell me everything you feel about me and "how I am". I thought you forgot who/(mixit) I am, you have me all figured out...{is that what you want?} or, wait...{is this it?} You're so confused, you poor little boy. I want to see you SICK.
I want to see you gagging at the thought of what we could have been but you'll never have it.
That's me.
Welcome to the l[ove]ife of Bree.
You're here you're bathing in it swimming in bad looks turned to sex and you like when I hurt you.
posted by Unknown @ 5:49 PM
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