You don't get to pick me when you feel sorry for me.
You don't get to pick me when you see my happy side.
You don't get to pick me when there's no one around.
You don't get to fucking pick me when I need someone and you want to be a savior.
You don't get to hear this speech and walk out unscathed.
I am not second choice. I am not your late night sweet talk, and early morning call.
I am not fine wine 1/3 of the time, I am always doń perrinon.
Don't think that this doesn't apply to you. Because you're wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
