What's more I am so over pursuing him
since I pursue these young men who never put me before them
and afterward I can't help thinking about why go through certain evenings crying
why I'm continually gazing at my telephone hanging tight for him to answer
Since I put him first when I'm not even in quite a while top three and that is my greatest imperfection
I was feeling that he enjoyed me however actually I was simply one more one as opposed to being the one
I need him to pick me
I need him to put me prior to all the other things
in any case, actually that is simply incomprehensible
About the Creator
dana may
a poet and i do know it
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs7 days ago in Fiction
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