Brittany Jo

That message you just sent to me,

was it even meant for me?

i know I overthink relentlessly 

some things i just cannot let be


you said that you're going where?

with fresh cologne and styled hair?

Who's all going, will she be there?

i'm sorry i don't think it's fair. 

You okay, are you upset?

a problem that we'll soon forget?

it's her isn't it, it's her i bet. 

i'd hate to do something we'd both regret. 

  • Author: Brittany Jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2020 15:07
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I remember (believe it or not...) that feeling which pervaded the years and years of my youth. Painful - not on stable ground.
    No advice to give. Just to say that life is full of other phenomena , complexities worthy of your attention. Inside you there's the ability to go out and grab it, I'm sure.
    Take it easy, Dave

  • RDS

    A beautiful read of Passions, fragility and brittle exchanges that anyone with a heart can acknowledge and own. Thanks Brittany.

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