or when there is close to nothing left to do in your final week.
games of cards and games of smiling,
texas hold 'ems; all the while we
sit and wait for something more exciting
than staying frozen while you and me
keep passing one another because of the
things that my brain screws up.
sorry if i broke your heart,
but i'm beginning to think that
mine was not made for
hand holding or cuddles or kisses or sex,
the romance we're taught to adore.
perhaps it was just my time of the month.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
