His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
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