Blocked
Oh how beautiful of a disaster this is.
We couldn’t even last one night of this.
Plastered all over your face is disgrace.
Distaste.
And haste to leave.
I didn’t please you enough, goddess.
My goodness, forgive me.
You can’t live with the fact that I have feelings.
I think it’s because you’ve lost feeling.
Not with me. But with someone else.
Long ago.
Oh!
Don’t mention them.
The battle scars from back then still hot like bread in the oven.
You win.
But did you?
^(Read Saturday)
Posted Oct 20, 2022, 12:59 PM UTC
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