I’m not any better, I don’t know if I’m worse.
These bittersweet memories confuse and consume me.
Just to say, this isn't my poem, i found it whilst searching through tumblr. I just thought that it was so beautiful, that it had to be shared.
My true colours show.
I dedicate this to my role model and hero, (John Cena)who I don't like as much, but I still respect him. Don't judge me. Thank you. :D
Said in the nicest way possible (it's a joke guys, not a dick. So don't take it so hard)
But I can't stop these closing credits scrolling, constantly repeating.
The bad thoughts I have when I'm alone (almost always)
This also sucks, but I feel like it started decently.