He called me from her house on my birthday
It was years ago but I remember it today
I should’ve known he was a liar, should have trusted my instincts
When something turns sour, my God how it starts to stink
Of betrayal
He called me from her house on my birthday
It was years ago but I remember it today
I should’ve known he was a liar, should have trusted my instincts
When something turns sour, my God how it starts to stink
Of betrayal
I'm just 20 years old. A poet from Detroit with dreams of being published and connecting and touching the hearts of other poets.
navigating through life one sex position at a time...lol
Mental-health based blog, peppered with art, terrible Swedish music videos, observations on The Absurd & I hope just the right blend of silliness.
Backpacking and Bipolar II. Taking Manic Depression on tour.
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