history means nothing to you
and neither does "best friends"
what ever happened to forever, my love?
you made me feel right.. for you.
what do you know about love or caring?
you said "I'll call you back as soon as I get home"
from your date.
While you're kissing her neck,
I'm loading my father's gun.
you'll never make it home.
a recycled heart made of the cheapest of plastics
that you scribbled on
because you were bored, and it meant nothing to you.
nothing. to you.
you. are nothing.