My Heart Goes Out To Me

It's improper for a boy my age to wait so panicked on the call three hours late, where were you then? It’s a mess to cut the first blossoms of love, icing our daggers to bullets, where were you then? So great, my lyrical voice, never catchy or quick, nonetheless still burns with displeasure, maddening impatience, intense disgust. I hate how you act sometimes, god forgive my forgiveness, you deserve so much less, may the worst in life befall you forever and ever. Amen