Fuck that girl and her stupid trendy hair and your stupid trendy jacket; you both are not fucking fooling anyone, you self-loathing hipsters.

poetry

I take solace in
your sad-puppy dog-house
stares from across the
room.
For as much as you’ve hurt,
ruined, embarrassed me,
at least I know I’ve won.

Soon I shall be
in Europe, entwined;
away from your flu-
like misery.

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