You are flowers in my mouth.
You are the smell of perfume on my undershirt,
crumpled soft in my hands.
I bury my face.
Every picture, I know, is everything to do with her and
it hurts
I can’t lie
Love is a stomach ache…a burned down house
where I live.
No comfortable spot on the couch.
You live in a raging forest
free
I watch you through a window,
cracked,
crying
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this is the very best kind of stupid girl shit.
I approve of this stupid girl shit. Stupid boy shit wouldn't read as well.
pussy.
pussy.
violence.
pussy.
Yep. Not as great.
the jereme likes this.
boing
(actually, I'm just saying that
i didn't even read your poem
i just know it's great)
i like this.
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