A is for Apathetic 



I made us complicated. I wanted a challenge. I fell madly in love with a woman that was sexy, confident, vulnerable, smart, and what I thought had her shit together. You are not that woman that I once met. The facade. You can’t handle shit. Running is your MO. I’m not the asshole I’ve become. I’ve been crushed for the past 8 months. You can’t relate bc I never had your heart. I’m disgusted that you exploited my vulnerability through intimacy that means nothing to you. “I can kiss those lips for hours”. Who the fuck do you think you are?! Be honest bc people actually listen to every word you say. I’m not that easy. Fool me once. You don’t know me. You never wanted too. Be well. Bygones. 80415

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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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