17

i masturbated to you
i made love to our memories
and let go of my wishes
i know that im a vessel
are you a vessel
or are you someone worth this
i no longer am worthless
and i remember our first kiss
shitty honda accord
and an adidas jacket
death grips out the window
your hair had other plans

our bodies had this chemistry
i know why i used my tongue on you
you were so innocent
and now you're not the same
lingerie and high waist
i still love that ass anyways

i had someone
someone perfect
someone 17

"so, tell me what it's like growing up in singapore.
'well, i had these really magnificent memories of my childhood, because we had these really magnificent playgrounds. um.. it was like these big watermelons, and i used to climb to the top of these watermelons, and i'd rub myself on the ridges... to give myself pleasure'
"

but now i hate you
(i wish i was still there)
i said hateful things about you
(but who hasn't in this world)
i still have your underwear
(i just fucking miss you)
and i wish i didnt because you have someone else
i wish it wasnt so simple
i wish i could forget about you like i did the rest
but a soft kiss spans for miles
and an orgasm does the same
i could say that i need you
only to be lying to myself
and to look weaker but when i had you in my arms
you were someone i'd never touched before
warmth, movement, like a business.
and i miss that, i'm not sure if you miss it too
i just want to get away from you
but to have you right next to me
but i cant handle not kissing you
so unfortunately i refrain
but everything that ive built upon
this foundation has fell apart

and i can tell you want another one
my seventeen

i had someone
someone 17

"you feel like heaven, but you hurt like hell (just fucking kill me already)
i can see your scars, you wear them so well
i can see the drive in your car, and your eyes in the stars
every time that i cut, like the cuts in your heart
when i rip it apart, swear that nigga aint shit
i heard he wrote you some songs he might just have him a hit."