You call him and he doesn’t pick up
he is a bum
but you sit on the balcony of that hotel room and text him anyway in vain hope.
You know he isn’t that into you and you beat yourself up for falling for someone just cause he showed interest in you,
well not just cause, he did also have a good sense of humor
but he was a bum!
Why are you so desperate for love to turn your brain off and swoon for a bum
one who can’t even afford bed sheets without holes?
You go home, you delete his number and act all cool
but it fucking hurts,
he writes he is still into his ex, oh boo to the fucking hoo.
Then he wants to make it up to you, he wants to talk…so he brings his friend…
who does that?
Oh right, a bum!
He acts like he is cool but you kinda know he is not,
but you might have still drunk texted him two months later to suggest a meet up
and he said “cool”
and then you knew for sure that he was not cool.
Luckily you passed out on your own couch
and only beat yourself up a little for letting your guard down
and you decide to take the best out of that summer fling
and let go of the pain, the hurt and all the rest.