i am a mess
i cannot tell you this
i hope you find me attractive
as opposed to
desperate and plaintive
i wish you were here
but then i would fear
i'd push you away
i'd tell you not to stay
i'd make up some excuse
then string up my noose
and hang myself again
Tuesday
sorry for sorry
Labels:
JMA original,
love,
poem
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2 comments:
you know that you and i are like >here< with this piece.
wow!
you have the best internet lingo. eye to eye - i get it, but what's *smh*?
glad you be staying up on my blog for real...
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