She was volatile and selfish.
But whenever she spoke, flowers grew in my throat.
I threw up rose petals as she caressed my face.
She told me she loved me, and I believed her.
Her name flew off the tip of my tongue, I wanted to yell in the face of the universe.
I wanted everyone to know that she was mine.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
