Dickie B. wrote poems about girls like you I think he liked to watch them flail about in the water Desperately trying not to sink but swim I think he described your eyes, your hair, your lips, your lies Everytime you come near it's like watching a Donner Party fucking reunion
Please don't be mistaken. I am not mad. Just very over finding the little piles of shit you leave in your wake. Unintentional? I neither know nor care. I wish you well. Over there. Not here. Not close. Not again.