Where do I begin?
How can I say this in the softest, most harmless way possible?
This will be the hardest part, the honesty. No one likes the truth, but they demand that everyone be truthful for everything.
So, this is my disclaimer,
you may not like what I am about to say, but you should accept what is said,
because when you begged for the reality, I had no problem serving it to you on golden plates.
Just, please, if you’re going to throw up, do it where I cannot see you,
because, honestly, I do not care how this makes you feel.
You knew what could happen when you invited me to dinner.
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Where do I begin?
How can I say this in the softest, most harmless way possible?
This will be the hardest part, the honesty. No one likes the truth, but they demand that everyone be truthful for everything.
So, this is my disclaimer,
you may not like what I am about to say, but you should accept what is said,
because when you begged for the reality, I had no problem serving it to you on golden plates.
Just, please, if you’re going to throw up, do it where I cannot see you,
because, honestly, I do not care how this makes you feel.
You knew what could happen when you invited me to dinner.
-Chloe Aldecoa
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