You said you wanted to
leave, I scrambled for
something to say
the words i love you
splattered out of my mouth in my desperate attempt
to be with someone.
I didn't love you baby,
I loved the idea of
being in love
YOU ARE READING
confessions of a basic girl with basic problems.
Poetry"I imagine Her smile is where God goes for vacation When our prayers Become too much..." ------- ------- ------- ------- a compilation of short poems that look at the issues of sexuality, identity, society, patriarchy, culture, body...
