i kissed someone else today
today i kissed one else, that you don’t know but you do know him and he hates you because you banged me and bummed his cigarettes: i’m not so sure which hes madder about but he doesn’t like anyone that’s liked me or had me and he tells me you hurt me and i just look him in the eyes and say no i hurt her, but it doesn’t matter anymore who hurt who just whos being blamed for all of it and that’s perpetually me, me, me, me, me and you wrote about someone else today and i know it. i kissed someone else today and none of it matters (none of it!) because you wrote about someone else and your words were always a reflection of me i hope you hate me someday soon. these words are heard by no one. or maybe just because its not you they’re heard by no one in particular.