I met his insecurities
His lack of trust
His jealousy
His entitlement
I met with his thoughts of owner ship
His immaturity
His misplaced ego
His hatred for girls with blue hair
He demonstrated that's he could not find the clitoris
He didn't really care too
He wanted to control me
So Im December, I dyed my hair blue
YOU ARE READING
Whatever
RomanceA collection of stories, all in different formats, about life. There is no end goal, only truth, pain, lust, joy, sarcasm, irony and self awareness. Tread lightly as this story mentions some of my experience with SA. Good luck 🤞
