sometimes i think to myself could i ever bring myself to intentionally damage or murder the egos of my ex lovers
but what kind of satisfaction would i get out of that?
how will i expect them to come back?
i just want them to return to fill the emptiness, to hinder the loneliness
i just want them to pretend like they like me
to pretend like i mean something
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
