Poems from Patreesh

You say something I don't like And I hit you You flinch I hit you again You say stop But I don't Cause the fact that you're still standing...
You say something I don't like And I hit you You flinch I hit you again You say stop But I don't Cause the fact that you're still standing...
Claro que si! It's all clear now The purpose of you And what you really meant to me God is funny, ain't he? Tell tell signs to warn me...
Give me my space Please don't ask me, How I'm doing again I just wanna be untouched Un-fucked with Stop picking at me Trying to sculpt me...
Every night you call my phone And when you do, I can't help but wonder Are you doing this for me? Or are you doing this for you? Please don...

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