But…
But there was no blood, and that was so long ago, and he was a prick.
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What are you doing?
You say “ride or die” but what are you doing to deserve love like that?
All Good Though
Drained, I gave it all. Selfish, you took it all but wound up with nothing.
Haha
I love watching you pretend to be a nice guy. You’re a fucking waste.
Another poem about a prick
Maybe I loved you because you were shitty and it’d end anyway.
Oh Right
He had everything to give and you got nothing. Just remember that.
People will tell you anything
Your fake afflictions: I met them with kindness and left with emptiness.
This Charming Boy
Empty and full of words, lies are funny like that. But then so are you.
A Better Man. A Man.
The dead air lifted. I breathed in – this time freely, the scent of cologne.
Prick
I wondered, were you scared? and where you went. It never occurred what your silence meant. That what I was offering was no longer free, and so you were no longer wondering about me.
