And to think you're worthy, you're more than stupid.
To think you're stupid, you must be worried.
Now I know you're warning me, you're acknowledged.
Water running down your naked body.
Guess you lost yourself between the past and present.
Your words let loose a foot loose tick feeling.
Fuck your friends because I don't need to pick off my flaws to text you and say I love you" and travel 5,000 miles to hug you and be somebody you want me to be.
I waited right here to see your gorgeous face.
While I work on it, my face gets fucked by your exchange of words, language.
These harmful affects on my mind is comforting the lousy bad choice of words you throw at me.
Shoutout to everyone to let me mourn.
So much more than just not being productive.
I did this all to myself.
Making my money by intoxicating the potential families that roam our streets.
So much to see as perfect.
I wish those words can engrave themselves as our orgasms and our orgasms as your hateful words.
Would you find a way to have a conversation with me?
I hope you're back with me.
"Fuck you. I should stab you in the waist and back."
That's why she always texts me that she loves and cares for me.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
