So many thoughts running through my mind. Writing is the only thing that’s keeping me alive. Because waiting on you is dying a slow, miserable death. Suffocated by stuff we created|Love imitated by lust Fears outside my body|Solely naked Hiding behind only the lies I told myself for why you haven’t called. Never fall for a poet.
I was too embarrassed to admit it this time- even to myself. But there I was… grown enough to know better, smart enough to do better and good enough to get better. Continue reading “Love Hurts?”
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I don’t believe it. I just don’t believe it. Continue reading “There Goes Your President”