Bad Day

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He says I’m an emotional mess.
But Honey you ain’t seen
Nothing yet.
He said,
I wish your mom was alive,
So I could see how far the apple
Fell from the tree.
Well screw you.
Now I’m brushing aside my class. Screw you.
I want to wipe that smug look
Off your face.
Screw you.
He says I’m an emotional mess.
But Honey I’m just having a bad day.
I’d be doing a little better,
If you were around less.
Or fucking went away.

About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. https://www.facebook.com/Veravalentinethepoet http://poetveravalentine.tumblr.com View all posts by VeraValentine

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