Line 'em up with a credit card
Roll a bill real tight
Inhale the poison from the crook of her neck
It takes me away
It destroys reality
It also destroys me
And you are to blame
You threw yourself under the bus when you left me
No goodbyes
No reasons
Just a middle finger and a slam of the door
You shattered my heart
And you're not sorry
I don't need drugs
But I want you to see me
I don't need medicine
But I crave your attention
I just need your love
I just need to hold your hand
But you don't want me
So I will throw myself away
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WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
