running out of chances
your cold
eyes say
goodbye
and i know
it's for the
final time
you'll go
on and
have a
great life,
they all do
and i look
in the mirror
and know
i'm running
out of
chances
being a
romantic
and
having bad
luck is a
shitty way
to live
no matter
how easy
the poems
are to write
strawberry bubble gum
i can close my
eyes and smell
strawberry
bubble gum
i immediately
think of a girl
from high
school
ass for days
and never
knew i
existed
until the day
i gave her a
piece of
strawberry
bubble gum
she should
have known
she was
allergic
a disease you can't spell
young love
it's all fun
and games
until you
have to
pay for the
abortion
until the test
comes back
positive for
a disease you
can't spell
until you
stumble into
the wrong
neighborhood
on the wrong
fucking day
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