Wednesday

She's Everything You Told Me You Hate



dear you,

i just realized, she's everything you told me you hate.
she's everything you told me you didn't want;

loud, filthy-mouthed bitch.

with too many vices for a girl.

with tattoos that you told me you never wanted on your own skin because it's dirty.

she's everything i'm not.

yet, she's everything you want.

i think i'm missing something here.




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