My Rose Garden: LC

to day we talked

for two whole hours,

words breaking surface

gasping for ear,

and they listened,

and i listened,

i wish she was here.

Evaluations

1853

I wish I could be a country gentlelady

In England 1853.

And everyone would come visit me.

And there would be polite balls,

And lovely morning walks,

And surprise afternoon visits.

None of this informal facebook shit.

This, I sent an email, or texted them so we’re friends.

None of this pretentious crap.

This, I’m only friends with you because I want to use you.

I know we’re all only friends for our own personal gain,

I know that the only book anyone cares about is her own.

I know that everyone has her own world where she is the heroine.

But guess what.

I’m done.

Why