I broke my own eyesight with St. Patricks closed fist
in a bar fight with the boyfriend of my first Kiss Me I’m Irish
I might have layed on the accent a little
Talked with more than a little flair
But In love and war and drunk girls on Exhibition street
All’s fair, so I got beat fair and blue and white
You should have seen the other guys from this side of the bar(s)
Hatred
Forgiveness?
I want to hate fuck her.
Amelia.
kiss those lips and say
“We’re never going to be together
Like this again”
And smile when she realises
what she’s lost.
Spoon, sugar, bitter pill
resentment is the opening of old doors
closure can only be achieved by
closure
and I’m too busy
knock three times
it’s locked for a reason
Highschool bullshit 