mom and I laughed at you today.
Not AT you physically, but kinda.
I got a call from a dear friend. She was on the bus and guess what? So were you.
In uniform.
I thought you quit? You said if we split you'd quit cadets but I guess not?
The fact that she felt the need to call me and tell me- because she knew if she didn't she'd fight you.
You saw her, you knew exactly who she was too.
You were high. Disgusting.
She had other friends with her, they don't even know me but they were gonna fight you.
I had a good chuckle over that.
She called me. Over your sorry ass.
You can bet I laughed at that shit.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
