the cruelest bitch.

f you.

She doesn’t visit everyone
But I’m one of the lucky ones.
Sometimes she has a reason
And I know she’s coming
But she usually pops by
Unannounced.
I hate her.
She makes my fingers
Unable to type
Unable to function at all.
She makes me think
My heart is quitting
At her very presence.
She frightens me
When she takes my breath
And fucks it all up
Until I feel so dizzy
I have to lie down…
Then I’m hot, sweating.
Shortly I will need
That extra blanket
For my chills.
I hate her.
She stays too long.
I can’t quite kick her out.
And even when she leaves,
Her cruel gifts linger.
And I am left
Exhausted
In the place
Where I think
This may be the end
Of me.

f you candy.

♦ what sandra thinks
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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41 Responses to the cruelest bitch.

  1. Oh babe… I’m sorry.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Apparentely, this comes from some real life events. I am so sorry that you may be going through turmoil or stress. I hope the bitch moves on.

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  3. Stories like this make me happy to be a guy.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Marquessa says:

    Hope she disappears soon!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Oh wow, I’m sorry.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Miriam says:

    I feel for you Sandra and I hope she’s out of your system today. Such a bitch. We don’t need them do we?

    Liked by 1 person

  7. How did I miss this? I’m sorry, hope you feel better soon. Nothing new happened to trigger it?

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