3/15/2015

Around me. Around. Everyone around me. Around me they're *******. I figure if I had something equally stupid to ***** about I wouldn't be so bothered by my mom asking me why her secret boyfriend hasn't talked to her in a day. I Don't know. Divorce dad first. I wouldn't have problems I wouldn't mind, something to cling to. Something to tether myself from. That's her problem at least my life is in order. But I'm miserable. And I'm not well dressed. Everyone is *******.

I grew a violet

and gave it to you on a rainy day

afterwards I realized what I did

but by then it was too late to say

that I'd killed the flower

just to let another person enjoy

the price a violet had to pay.

Blue-eyed boy.
You will be the death of me.

She laughed,
'I'm not the kind of woman you marry and make love to with flowers on the bed, I'm the kind of woman you cheat on your wife with and **** the life out of with my wrists tied to the bed.'