Friday, April 23, 2010
Nearly, I threw my ring a way.
Then I stopped.
Flashbacks crossed my confused and fumed mind.
It cleared the cloud like a Patronus.
I can't keep blaming my pms.
I want him so bad that it hurts so much inside.
I'm afraid it might suffocate him as much too.
Why do I have to live like this?
Now I remember, I have trust issues.
Don't you recall?
I hate pricks.
And all men are pricks.
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