no title.

im afraid of goodbye

that it’s lurking around the corner

like a drifter on a dark night.

i know how it goes,

if you leave.

it’s me, looking at your picture

and wondering why i wasn’t

as good as the next girl in your bed.

it’s tears and long nights

sex with strangers,

and pretending that i’m

worth something, to someone

until the lie fades.

 

 

 

 

 

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