Poems from Miister12
Manipulative, that’s what you are. You said jump and I was already jumping, jumping on the thought that you are toxic to me. You came home...
Dear Ex,
I’m not plastic. I’m real, but you didn’t want that.
You wanted something recycle and used over and over again.
You never wanted...
I don’t want you to change who you are.
I don’t want you to exchange your heart.
I don’t want you to send me pictures of your fine art.
I...
I strut my stuff because I love who I am.
Not going to let a couple of kissing bugs
hop on the train like a couple of drugs.
And if I fear...