my confidence is back
and she's a bitch.
she's telling me none of this is worth it
that i should just quit
move on to something that wouldn't feel like shit
should i listen to it?
at least now i can eat
and now i can sleep
and now i can dream without thinking about how much i hate me
but she's a stone cold killer
so i would watch out
cause one wrong move
and she'll kiss your mouth
with poison on your lips
she'll make you addicted
and inflict
the subtle pain
of the way confidence
can change the whole game.
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poems i regret writing
Poetryjust some shitty poems i never should have written poems I wrote in the middle of the fucking hurricane.
