you

even when im frustrated

i can not help but to miss you.

your dark skin,

your soft and plump lips,

your tricks, 

and your games.

i miss the bad and the good

but your lies were the bullet in the gun

that killed me.

you made me feel loved 

because you knew that i couldnt love myself.

we were both suicidal teens with risky hearts

untill you were too risky with mine and droppped it

down, down, down,

in a highway. 

while the cars ran 

you just stood there, laughed in my face

but your next words was

i didnt it

yes you did.

i trusted you.

i liked you.

i cared about you .

i was honest to you.

i was good to you.

but you were bad to me.

you were the reason why i wanted to drop, 

down, down, down,

in the highway to.