if life were a movie
he'd be desperate to
be with me but too scared
to admit it,
so he'd spy on me
and call and hang
up and listen to love
songs all the time
and be really scared
at the idea of me
but this is reality
so he probably thinks
I'm scum and not worth
the energy for a phone
call and he's
probably fucking half
the town and he wasn't
any good anyway
so why do I care
whether he calls
or not and why does
his smile make my
bones melt and
why is it that I'm
the one who's obsessed
with this scumbag
who figures I'm a slut
so who gives a
damn anyhow
fuck

go back

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© Honey Laura Clark