i hope you fucking miss me, asshole.

its okay if im not the girl of your dreams or the one you dance with at prom i just want to be the girl youre thinking about 20 years from now when you're naging your wife because

she forgets to water the lawn because heaven forbid the grass turns to golden to resemble 

my green eyes

This poem is about: 
Me

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