the yelling and screaming happened in the kitchen
possibly the whole neighborhood would listen
him saying she wasn't worth it
her saying she didn't ever like him one bit
those kind of things happen on those nights
the big blow out fights.
three years later
and on to some one new who would cater
he knew those nights were over
the nights he'd never forget
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I'm so tired of life
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
