I told you all there was to know about me. You sang me songs while we danced on rooftops. I left for a month and you told me you missed me. You also told me you met someone else and was surprised when I got hurt. You lead me to water, so I drank from it only too learn that I was drowning in sand. You were my first boyfriend. I thought I was going to marry you. We would sneak away to the rooftops and have dates at the hospital.
I found out you cheated on me with 7 other girls. Thanks for teaching me how to mastrubate. You held me when my depression hit me hard. You broke my heart in a park, a park I had to walk through everyday for 6 months to get to work. I know better now. You were lying to us. We met in Sweden on tinder. You were shorter than me. I asked about your mother you told me she had died.
Why the fuck would you joke about that? I met you on a cruise to New Castle. Your friend walked in on us and you went to do cocaine. You were an emotionally dependent and lazy Swede. We tried long distance dating. We failed.
I mean you failed. Fuck you. Your name rhymes with Toni Collete. Thanks for that. We went on a date, we connected a bit. I got drunk one night and told you to bring food to my house at 5 am. You did. You need to work on yourself. I was on my way home and so were you. We ran through the sprinklers in front of volksbuhne.
Instead of going home, I went to yours afterwards. Home The guys and I Hello! To the guys I remember. There are better ways to feel less alone.
