iou
50 million reasons why i don't wanna fuck with you
u left me calluse and alone
now what to do?
its true
all my dreams are wasted on you
beat me up with words
black and blue.
until i come undo
until every lie u say i believe its true
until hell is not in my peripheral view
i cant come back for u
if endurance and my prerogative
was one not two
//e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
