Submissions by Josie_marie

Liking you, was like renting a birthday cake. It was too sweet, too good, and it's all gone and now I have to find a way to give it back.

Should I jam my fingers down my throat and show you the results of what mixed up emotions look like?

Or should I maybe paint my disappointment with an alarming color of entitlement.

My expectations are not my outcomes, they tell me to grow with this, to let this be a lesson, like I have a choice.

I don't regret my vulnerabilities here, it gave me a friendship with you, I'm not mad, I'm upset because you are...