Poems from Miister12

Dear Ex,   I’m not plastic. I’m real, but you didn’t want that. You wanted something recycle and used over and over again. You never wanted...
I don’t want you to change who you are. I don’t want you to exchange your heart. I don’t want you to send me pictures of your fine art. I...
I strut my stuff because I love who I am. Not going to let a couple of kissing bugs hop on the train like a couple of drugs. And if I fear...