FluidityA Poem by jenkey83Last night I tried to act as if you’ve, never made my eyes swell and nerves, pump suicide. I bared it all; opening myself like an, Envelope with no return sender, no hope for a letter. When you laid there next to me, allowing, your ego to show itself like my breasts, un-hid from you I hoped you’d choke, on all the lovers spit you carry inside, of your soul.
© 2013 jenkey83 |
Stats |