finally
3 years ago • Notesshe left because
i didn’t give her
enough attention.
she never became “poetry”
one day i got home
and she was angry with me.
she started asking me why i never
wrote poems about her.
“you write two pages
on some bitch you see
downtown, but me, god forbid
you write about me, the one that
loves you, the one that reads all
your shit poems about everything
else in the world and acts interested!”
“FUCK YOU!!” she said as she flew out the door
finally!
some passion!
finally!
i could write a poem about her!
