Overexposing my innards to careless hearts and hands is a practice I am prepared to stop performing.
Coco J. GingerTime to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.
Coco J. GingerMots clés happiness smile living-life-to-the-fullest
Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.
Coco J. GingerJust friends? Alright friend we won’t kiss goodnight, and I won’t hold you tight and wish that you were mine just for one night. I will separate my dreams from my eyes, separate my heart from my spine, keep clean the lines between my hands and your innards.
Coco J. GingerYou're too big for another heart beat, unable to sync with my capricious heart beating.
Coco J. GingerYou’ll lie again, you’ll do it again. Friends, not friends, friends, not friends, I’m on your dime, I’m on your time, and I don’t exist where there is a YOU.
Coco J. GingerI’m too tired to fight against you anymore, too tired to say you are wrong. Too tired apologizing, keeping me uping all nighting- criming by wasting my precious timing. Straggling against what I once called charming.
Coco J. GingerI’m too tired, too tired hearing your mean-wording, your pretending, your name-calling, sorry, not sorry, words you write, I should forgive because you didn’t mean them right? Oh plus I deserved them? Alright.
Coco J. Ginger...just friends, over and over you said it again—-then you kissed me.
Coco J. GingerI’m tired of wanting to respond but never knowing what face you’ll be wearing, not knowing what mean or nice words you’ll be saying, so I stay silent knowing I can’t take another round of your uncontrolled verbs, your misinterpretations of my world. So many men? Yes, I have so many men, didn’t know that this text-fighting, me on the other side crying was exclusive to just us two.
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