Spit in my face
Clearly I look like I like how it tastes
Stomp on my hair
And slow down the pace
Clearly I’m used, so it must be okay
Spit in my face
What did you say?
Clearly you didn’t think I would stay
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Author:
E. Evergreen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2025 23:48
- Comment from author about the poem: my therapist said fuck you
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Comments1
If you got the therapist to say fuck you you did something right and I'm a therapist. A poem of grit and rawness where emotion can be felt. Lovely
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