False Truths
Another exerpt from Time is a bastard:
False Truths
She’s wearing leather
And stiff high heels,
Bitching about everything
That I have ever done wrong
She takes another drag
From her cigarette
And looks at me like an insect
It’s been like this for months
It’s always like this
I say the wrong thing
And the world turns to shit
Whenever it happens
I tell myself that this is it
That I’m not putting up with her
One second longer
I say I’m going to fucking leave
But with everything else I say
It never happens and never will
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anger angst leather high heels dark poetry
