maybe you’re right about me.
maybe you’re right that I’m stupid and
selfish and
self sabotaging.
maybe my soul
belongs to the streets
where a different man
holds me every night
and the morning breeze
smells like crack and weed
and cigarette buts.
the next day is always a haze.
maybe my spirit
needs the fight
you push
i pull
and we both go
down.
maybe you’re right that
i’m a whore
(i wear my tits out)
and my values are like
inhaled smoke
and broken beer bottles.
always broken.
my daddy never loved me
and my mom never tried
so if you did
and i ran
i’m sorry.
i didn’t know where
else to to go.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (2)
Wow! That was really good. I felt every bit of it. Well done.🔥🔥🔥
This is incredible, Sara. Sad, but powerful and incredible. I'm not really sure what else to say. Your work always kinda mesmerised me - how you can put so much into so little!