I'M A MESS
i'm a mess
and you're a wreck
you don't want me back
so what's next?
do we ignore each other
as we pass each other's bodies
or do we end this war
that sores my heart
i can't do this for longer
when will this misery
end?
- s.b
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Thunderstorms at 2 AM
PoetryI get these thunderstorms at 2 AM and this is what they are. (Monologues, poems, letter entries, etc)
