Don’t tell me your sex stories with flowers, because I know that it’s bullshit. Tell me what it was like that one time you both got drunk and she burped in your mouth after she took off her shirt, but you kissed her anyway so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed. Tell me how you tried andContinue reading “Sex Stories”
I don’t write about love anymore. I don’t love anymore, either. Drink and smoke and fuck eveything else. Love can eat my ass.
She met me for lunch today, wearing a blue dress and fishnet leggings. For lunch. At this casual place down the street from me. I was going to break up with her but I couldn’t once she showed up like that. In that tight blue dress. Her lips bright red. She said she was alreadyContinue reading “Manipulation”
She won’t respondto my texts,because I texted herbestfriend and askedfor nudes.I guess that wasn’t cool.But her frienddidn’t send them anyway,so what’s the big deal?Respond to me, bitch. No response. Ok,I know that wasn’tvery nice either.You’re not a bitch.But I miss you.Does that countfor anything?You haven’t respondedto me in so long,and I’m a needy sad boy.Please.RepondContinue reading “Respond”
You used to tell me to stay sober. I used to smoke a blunt before you would come over. I always said that I was just tired. You never really believed me. You just wanted to be with someone, and you hated to fight, so you would let it go. But we were both unhappy,Continue reading “Lies”
I don’t feel like a bad person, but I know that I do bad things sometimes. And I know what I’m doing right now is mean, but I can’t help it. I’ll apologize later: “Jess.” Jess rolls over on me and grumbles, “what?” I scratch her back and tell her that I have to getContinue reading “Bad (HERE)”
She has zits on her tits and she thinks that makes her ugly. She thinks to herself, no one will love me. But I love her. Because even though she has zits on her tits her lips are sweet, and she drinks with me, and when she reads my poetry she smiles at the wordsContinue reading “Zits”
I killed my ex-girlfriend last year. Not literally, but sort of. She’s physically still alive. She’s just dead in every other way to me, and I did it. I pushed her to the edge (again, not literally) and then I killed her. I made her block me on social media and delete my number. IContinue reading “Murderer”
I fell asleep with my clothes on, woke up, undressed, pissed, and then checked my phone to see if I had any messages. I did. All from her. She broke up with me in a text. Again. Because she was mad that I liked that one girl’s picture on Instagram. She told me to unfollowContinue reading “Instagram Love”
I want to write something sappy for her, but I’m afraid that it will scare her away. Unless maybe she thinks that it’s romantic and charming and sweet and funny and beautiful. Probably not though.