Being dumped is like a kick to the head.

Really unhappy angsty poetry, which is the only remainder of a really horrible relationship from two years ago. Mock 'em, they're pathetic.


6. Unrefined

the world seems so empty vacuous and fake The words on your lips Are citrus sharp on the blade of a knife Tangled heartstrings are caught in your hair and you pull them The city spreads out beneath us like a coiled ribbon drops, unfurls The rowdy evening disperses on buses and taxis the grey dirt of the city like mascara crawling into shadows and bruises and into bed I feel the grey windows of the flats behind stretching on on and up Does any of it matter if he’s not there No, she decides, as she brushes her hair the taxi pulls up, and into the night she’s having a good time just out of spite

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