She's not ready,
she says.
She thought she was,
she says.
Its not my fault, she promises that it's not my fault,
she says.
She thinks it's the commitment,
she says.
She's not bored,
she says.
It's not fair that I have to put up with how mentally drained she is,
she says.
She wants to work on and better herself,
she says.
She says a lot of things. I wonder how many are true.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
