3 - 1A Poem by mala
I'm angry but I'm too tired to be furious,
I'm the same, but I'm too broken that I'm different, I'm in love, but who isn't? I'm disappointed, Because you're all so very different but so very the same. What am I constantly doing wrong? Giving myself like a penny-less prostitute. Look at you looking at me, You're so weary and unimpressed. You've had your kicks and you're so bored. You don't know what turns you off- my smoking habit or my three chins. I'm annoyed, Because you all wanted me before I wanted you. You place your hand on my thigh, Your lips on my neck. Perhaps this is the wrong type of attention. But why did you want me then, And now you can't be fucked. You got what you want. I'm the girl who parties but when I love... I love hard. I'm the girl who enjoys sex... And would gladly give it all up for one person. I'm the girl who knows a lot of people, but am getting old and can only trust a few. I'm exhausted. I do nothing but feel. I am petrified. I do nothing but feel jealousy, Yet I am not in ownership. Help me.
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Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 18, 2015 Author
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