untitled?

scarred and stained for life
"a mark that tells a story"
with pride or regret

sometimes, misery

i am not jealous.
after all you've done to me,
almost over you.

one month is nothing

she is a child,
and you are nothing special;
honey, that's not love.

antique shopping

bangs glued to foreheads
as we stroll between the shops.
summer is freedom.

bargains and breakups

hand stamped at the door,
don't think i'll be back again
bet you won't miss me