The strange place that you’re from

I don’t know what you’re made ofit’s so far away, strange, and foreignI don’t know if you’re a friend or a foebut maybe we’re friendsat least it appears that waybut within this facadeis there anything more?are you a miragetime untrackeda place never knownthe people in it, strange I could go there with youtake me theretoContinue reading “The strange place that you’re from”

Glad it didn’t prolong longer

I’ve been with five hundred guys mentally, but him; he’s been in at least four long term, live-in relationships since then. How can you even move on and do that same thing again, like even after two? And they look like the same exact people too. So strange. Well… actually, never mind.