Dead As Dead Can Be (Part 1)

His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!

Debts

They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It's true.

He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.

Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.

She's a fucking dilettante

When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run

I'm a fool for love

I make decisions I know I'll regret later (but this isn't one of them)

I hate him. I hate me. The end.

I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage