Hate
I don't hate the boy who tried to crack me like an egg
but
I hate the boy who spilled my best friend all over her rug,
destroyed every inch of carpet and skin,
left it for a little girl
to clean up and
I pray you're held responsible for the demise of our sisterhood.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
