poems make me want to
strangle you with my
bony stupid hands.
i confided in the god of
your heart and she said
you find meaning in
pain, that you're
sick when you're well,
you'll never love me when i'm
good.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
poems make me want to
strangle you with my
bony stupid hands.
i confided in the god of
your heart and she said
you find meaning in
pain, that you're
sick when you're well,
you'll never love me when i'm
good.