Every line in this poem Might not flow and rhyme, But I hope it makes Sense to you over time.
I’m sorry that you had to listen to us sing Knowing that the lyrics weren’t meant for you
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In an ideal first conversation with me, you will find out 10 things that I like: cats, junk food, flowers, bags, sex, love, music, movies, poetry and did I mention food?
It's two Two for us and the magic we can Make happen Just the both of us
(General note to the educated fuckboys out there: I'm lonely, yes, and I may fall easily, but
Life is the worst improv actress Starring in impulsive scenes Stumbling through her weak lines And nobody can catch the graceless words As they fall from her mouth.
I give life to the lust in your veins  And then strangle you
As nostalgia caressed you with a formless pain And regret- Tales from when you lost yourself to guilt.
She wants to stay but it has gotten too hard to remember why. Is it too late for her to become an artist And use her wrist as her canvas?