Wandress State Of Mind

Wed, 02/07/2018 - 18:46 -- jkposz

Though I run till my breaks hurt

I have loved till I tasted dirt.

And all of the embodiment of a 4’11 squirt.

I have no reason to apologize for all of his lies.

Those caskets are dry to the bone and buried with his dull knives.

People come and go but I still stay me,

I still slay me.

In the control of myself,

I get to know the most of myself

Lately I have been posted by myself,

Blasting Post Malone is better than taking unwanted blows.


Sex used to be an excruciating vex.

But now it’s a spell from my body,

I do not just cast on any body.

My body is a temple.

An example,

Of how a woman should lick her own wounds

Instead of letting goons into her goddamn bedroom.

Dear Daddy’s princess,

Dear John Doe’s bae,

I have something to say.


Hey, try a new part of life,

That contains little to no strife.

Because it doesn’t involve trying to be someone’s wife.


Being twenty-one is so much fun.

And you only live it once;

So don’t be a fucking dunce;

And god damnit, why are you on his arm again,

The night after

He called you




Slow down.

Take your mentality to my town-

To the streets that are paved by a wandress.

Opportunity in any direction her eye can see.

So start exploring,

Honey bee.  


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