They would tell on themselves.
Whenever there was a plan to see one of them,
you were sweet to me.
So much affection.
So much love.
Then came the silence,
you're there with them.
So I get nothing, not even a hint of life from you.
Then after a couple of hours,
when your needs and wants had finally been satisfied,
and you had drank them till they were done and dry,
I would get a text about how good your day had gone.
And I knew every time.
You didn't.
So when I ripped you off my skin,
and finally bared all my wounds open to you,
bleeding and ugly.
why couldn't you accept that I wanted to leave you.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
