To The Rebound Who Ended Up Being So Much More
You’d tell me you like me, but then never message me. You’d tell me it’s not just sex, but I’d still be picking up the condoms and removing your scent from my pillow after every single time you’d stay.
This Poem Isn’t About You (Or How You Screwed Me Over)
I know the difference between pain and suffering. You may have caused me pain, but I sure as hell refuse to let myself suffer for it.