I Fucked It Up
... I really fucked it up.
I fucked it up.
I had the right one who I wanted in my corner.
The one who I loved but
because you couldn't figure out
how to love me, I became impatient,
strayed, and then, eventually, broke up.
Fucked someone else out of spite, or anger after that, I don't know, but
I wish I hadn't.
I didn't feel a fucking thing for those assholes.
I mean it.
I didn't mean to make it this complicated.
And I know you fucked someone too.
I know her name who she is and how you met her too.
I don't know what we're going to do...
©IM … me xo MMXX
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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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