04/02/19
2:28pm
i trace the dents
in your back
thinking
you're the boy who vents
to get girls in the sack
you open up
to make us crack
and after we do
we realize that
you never cared about how we'd console you
you only cared about our rack
- we were never the girls you'd give your soul to
no, that girl
she left a long while back.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
