Lucky 13


Lucky 13. I wait for that text when you’ll cash in on one of the many rainchecks. Btw, I hate that fucking word. Why do Washingtonians always find a way to be passive aggressive?! Why not just say no but Nooo instead we say “can I get a raincheck?” when in reality you have no intention of following through. So I wait for nothing. You give me nothing. Supposedly, you were in love with me which I think you were infatuated or I was just filling a need til’ you got bored. Lucky 13 months. Why I still desire you is beyond my comprehension.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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