Fuck You

Fuck you,

I wish I could.

You flirt with me,

Even though

you don’t like guys?

Bullshit.

You tell me:

You have something to say.

You don’t say it,

And we lapse

into the same roles?

“Same?”

I’ve always been bad

at understanding the past.

I expect you to speak,

when I can’t even say

'I am—'

'I do—'

I love you,

and I’m bullshit too.

Later,

I started ignoring you,

so you called and said:

“I exist.”

Fuck, you’d think

I’d try to forget

if I didn’t remember?

You don’t get it,

I don’t get it.

I understand

I don’t get you,

even though I do.

So fuck you,

I wish I could.

Because,

The past in unachievable,

And the future…

Is as ignorant as me.