A dirty hookup in the back seat of a car
he filled me but I felt empty
a fling with a stranger at a bar
putting on my assembly
My fingers touch but they do not feel
When I make love, it is not real
A year long relationship
A year built on lies
Living my life by a script
Things to help me get by
But its only a mask; not a fix
Loneliness still seeps off my lips
-a.m
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In My Head- Various Poems by A.M
ŞiirThis is just a lil thing where I am going to put all of my poems in. Super informal and disorganized for now.
