I don't write love poems anymore;
I sleep until noon and eat *** cakes for breakfast

I don't sing love songs anymore;
I cut off all my hair and dyed it a color he told me never to do

I don't read love stories anymore;
I pierced my nose and ate mushrooms underneith the stars 

I don't write love notes anymore;
I read my books at diners in the middle of the night and paint just because I can 

I live with tenacity and I haven't had a regret since I left 


I'm glad I don't write love poems anymore

rachel-b

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