Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Thursday, August 24, 2017
We're Just Too Different
She's a white wine kinda girl,
and I'm a 19-months-sober,
wondering-what-the-hell-is-the-point,
wishing-I-could-just-fucking-disappear,
regularly-contemplating-suicide kinda guy.
It would never work.
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