Melodramatic
- Poet
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
Wish they’d stop trying to trade me for some sheep to men that I don’t even want
I’m too busy counting them to go to sleep
Because where were the suitors when I couldn’t get off the bathroom floor?
Wasting time waiting for the waves to crash into me again
I’m fading away while he paints me melodramatically black and white



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