Angry

I hope you second guess every one of your decisions
Questioning your motives, recognizing your dissension
I hope you give up on yourself like you gave up on me
Be forced to listen to the happiness seeping from your body
Can you tell that I'm a little angry?

I wish I could pull those days from my mind
let them sink into this sea of mine and die
Because it seems that I
can still draw your face from memory haunting the scenery in the back of every dream
stalking my periphery
I shouldn't bother stealing glances
but it's all that I have left
to contrast the innocence
I had before you went
Can you tell that I'm a little sad?

I just want to fuck you
or fuck off
depending on the day.