Staying up all night
drinking a bit too much
and writing bad poetry
is how I’m dealing with my toxic ex-wife.
I’m trying to remember when I stopped being a man and started pretending to be the man of her dreams.
If you can’t win over the simps of the world, at least you can buy some damn peace and quiet.
She would always ask me why I was so depressed all the time. She would always ask me why I didn’t write more poems about her. She wanted to be immortalized in verse, but she was never my muse. She was just a drop of poison in my glass of wine, one drop too many.
Now she’s gone, and I can finally get some sleep.
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Poems about Toxic Women and Suicide.
PoesíaThis book of poems and stories and letters are about love A coincidence, a curse, a legend and a break up. In the beginning there is a girl who is starting to fall in love with a boy. And there was another girl who loved him too. Unexpectedly they a...
