banana

Poem; I should of listened to what years told instead I folded my earlobes. i had to swallow my broken heart just to speak with a clearthroat. I'm near no type of solution with the addiction that i both love and hate. the same one i lowered my standards to date. the same one that had me going to work late. When it came down to it she had her agenda straight three on the side three others upon the wait. she seemed so surprised i didn't trust her after the fifth time that she lied she said do you trustme i said no but i trully love you and i really help some way that you can change over time at home i'd find her lying some times crying in a unfurnished house yelling and telling about how much we needed a couch a better car a bathroom floor with slipguard i said we could have all of this and more if you just got a job. i wonder why by Banana Rama