Dinner from an actual dinner with my ex short after we broke up, look at the ghosts chillin
Loving you: a way to hate myself
I foolishly thought you would change
Still selfish with affection
Cold shoulder and cold heart
Just like my mother.
I wish I were
The woman
Who needs
less.
About the Creator
Carly Rowe
Lifelong poet, aspiring writer. Finding my creative voice one line at a time.
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