Seventy miles per hour
windows down
AC broken
tears on cheeks
sob in throat
I don't think I believe in true love
If my experience is to speak for anything
the world is full of manipulative, selfish, sad boys
I'm not a toy
and I'm not an anti-depressant
I deserve better than whatever the hell that was
AN: If anyone has a better title suggestion, I'd gladly take it.
I can't get the song Eleanor Rigby out of my head.
I have a new boyfriend and I don't think he actually likes me. It's great.
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.