Being a hopeless romantic,

Anxiety, Depression, feeling franctic,

It is all about me,

Don't you see?

Fantisizing about your kiss,

Something you don't miss,

I may be in pain,

But somehow you gain.

Nothing is over 'till it starts,

Your words pierce my mind,

Ripping me part from part,

How could I be so kind?

I hate your guts,

Mind as well be a snuck for mutts,

I Wish you'd go away,

Further until May.

-Scallops, Nov, 23rd 2015