i am not okay anymore. you thought spiritually dull rough sex and rum drunken 4:45 AM texts were giving me the ultimate best. i went through a trash bag of pens trying to release the words i grievingly had to sputter out between body shaking sobs. we can merely disturb the gloomiest depths of each other after snotting our noses up with powder. you transformed the world into a scenery of wintry gray. my heart is strained due to waiting for a brief second of your attention all damn day. when your few pastimes involve oxycontin and triggering my brain into constant disarray, you have little time to look inward, to look at your festering self hate on the inside. stupid, stupid boy. i cannot recall why your vile presence ever made me cry
YOU ARE READING
when you drown your girlhood
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