No matter how much you wanted to be
the girl with the prom date
you were the girl fucking anonymous guys
in the backseat of cars
Always searching for love
in men who would never love you back
Trying to prove your worth
never enough
or always too much
so you settled for the fucking instead of the dating
until the lines of disappointment and rejection
settled in your face
etched so deeply
they stole your smile away
Foolish girl
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Wow. So much sadness in that poem
It resides in me.
I’m sorry
You didn’t put it there, so no need for you to be sorry. 😉
I’m sorry that you have those feelings.
Thank you.
Reblogged this on undercoverminx and commented:
Yet again, the words are taken out of my mouth. After the last 14 days of covering up scars with physical acts with people who deserve so much more than empty orgasms..