we say it all the time: this will be the last
and we’re always, always lying through
white, white teeth that flash with hope.
i hate you for bringing out the weak in
me. and i hate my friends for all their
warnings. i hate myself. this isn’t new.
i am just so angry that i started thinking
of you. i thought i was being easy but
i was just being weak. and you want
someone to fight back. i am someone.
i just thought that you could fight
for me, for a while, for once.