Rachel Wright

who knows, dude


I turned to the last page
in my notebook and wrote
about everything I know

About you and me, I wrote
the sweetest things

Just know,
I didn't mean any of it

I wrote about your hair
I wrote about your eyes
I wrote about your smile
Your sweet, sweet smile.

Just know
I didn't mean a thing

So as I write all these beautiful things about you,
I'll remember how you treated me

like shit.

I'll know that you don't deserve
to be glorified

You don't deserve
to be held that high

So climb down off your pedestal
and kiss my fucking ass