I never loved you enough
to hate you
but you
inked my name on your body
as if you would love me forever
then changed your mind
wife #2
wife #3
hating me when the love for 2 and 3 lost its shine
fresh ink covering up the anniversary present to yourself
as I covered up the ring
(which never suited me)
with pieces of costume jewelry
(which bore no special significance)
in my jewelry box
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 
These are powerful words. The bitterness of a broken relationship is hidden in the message. I have never experienced the burdens associated to a breakup. I can only be that person on the outside looking in.
Would it be ignorant on my part to be inquisiteive as to how to keep it all together wheter or not the breakup was one-sided or mutual?
Everytime I visit, I feel like an intruder but your writing, which draws me in, is addicting on two fronts. Your topics and your descriptions.
Thanks!
When a child is involved, it doesn’t matter who wants to part ways, or whether it’s best, it makes it difficult. I sometimes feel as though I bleed when I write things down, but it’s the only way to be free from my mind.
I believe you do bleed when you write. Your writtings intrigue me and more so, the need to understand more of a life different (no better, no worse) than my own. I keep coming to this link because of your views. I hope you don’t mind my overly intrusive correspondence and think ill of me.
I invision you via your writtings, to be a very strong person whom can carry burdens better than most, including myself.
You have in your words a sense of character. A character to be admired and I do!