You weren't worth it.
You weren't worth crying all day over.
You weren't worth getting pregnant for.
You weren't worth all the different pills I took.
You weren't worth the AA meetings.
You weren't worth all the hospital stays.
You sure as hell weren't worth all the faked orgasms.
Or the real ones.
Your mother didn't like me.
You thought I was fat.
You thought I was ugly.
You are still in love with your ex.
Fuck off to uni.
I'm going to whore myself out to anything with a dick, tits or both.
Why are you still making me cry?
Fucking cunt.
About Me
- ChemiKaze
- Some bizarre amalgamation of a trillion different colours and half as many resonant notes has come together to create me. I'm short of both temper and stature, vegan, not so bad at cooking, a heavy drinker, a chemical craver, and stronger than you.
not necessarily the type of thing i remember reading from you.
ReplyDeleteit's been a while since i read your blog, i remember it being more refined, aesthetical poetry.
but there is much to be said for raw, emotional.
i like it.