YOU. Are every terrible thing I've ever smelt. Heard. Saw.
Like a paper cut that hurts mOre than it bleeds. Like the steps before a crash to the groUnd. Like every punch I let fall. Like every last curse that Was meant for you to hear but lost In the yeLls of others. Like every smile you gave me oblivious to the fire you fed iN my stomach.
YOU. MakE me want to puke. With eVery push to the back of linE. Every nudge followed by an innocent insult. EveRy hustle of an old woMan. With every kiss you give to every other girl who recoiled from your drunken lips. Every smAcK the basE of your feet admInisters to The cement road echoing Through New York letting it know hOw much you want it for yourself.
YOU. DeServe to sit in A dumpster and listeN to the quieT mentions of your namE by starving boys only wanting guidance. Deserve to be every girl you leave with the excuse 'it's not you, it's me.' Deserve to analyze EVERY SINGLE word thrown at you. Deserve to know what it like is to Feel your touch only to know you've touch a thousand morE tenderly.
YOU. Need to choke on your ego. Need to squirm in your self doubt and your crushed self imAge. Need to Look through the cIty for one person only to find they were looking somewhere else.
There was a year. A YEAR. I let eVery glance you gavE me fuel my every thought. Every kiss on my cheek warm through my thickest coat. And now I'd like to see you stumble.
A/N: HI. I'M A SUPER FREAK. Put the bolded letters together and the form words and then a sentence which will tell you who this was intended for. I don't know who it's from, though. An old flame? Sarah? Medda (ew)? You choose. I have angst. HOLLA. This might be deleted because it's not really a fan fic, y'know? And I don't know how I feel about it. Just me being weird. Oh and if you couldn't get the sentence it's you will never make it to Santa Fe alive.