I hate you
for dating stupid women
the way you smile now
your small-talk at me
in my face
that bedroom voice
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as 1993, personal, Poetry, sometimes I think too much, writing
Very cool, raw, honest expression of a moment in time. Well done.
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