ahem

let's title this
"the ones who's love got wasted"

I don't care anymore to check how green your grass is over there in Arizona. I'm left staring at gray clouds in Utah. You got lucky and I guess I got mad.
cause love never comes to the swimmers. You found an island in the ocean and I'm wondering if my eyes have been closed this whole time.
envy's knocking, have you given up slamming the door?

here honey, you gotta swallow. choking it down I cough up blood, you taste like a 9 month waste of tears, sweat and anxiety. The amount of tears shed over you could save lives concerning the dehydrated. My heart's a little here there and everywhere now, you shook it up with a hurricane of fake 3 word nothings.
so here's to you. the one who thinks they know what love is.
It got wasted.