whore – A Burd in Flight

Because why not

I haven’t felt pretty in ever so long. Months and months. She knew how to make me feel pretty and loved, and voiced so many words of adoration almost every day that now I wonder if those too are a lie. I wonder if she was wrong and so am I and I’m a monsterContinue reading “Because why not”

Your Whore

It all makes sense now.How unhappy you always were, though you never saw it.How little you trusted me, even when you said otherwise.You thought I was a whore from the beginning.I should have known when you flipped out on me for texting your friend to check on you.You had just spent the evening and earlyContinue reading “Your Whore”