To the men in my life that made it for the most living, even if mostly it was me you all got given.
To my wolf, i fell so hard for even though i was set up with your friend and then kissed another.
You claimed you liked me so much more, you stated this and showed up at my door.
But no more, then a weeks worth of love, was what i got and you where gone yet again.
Your checking up on me drove me insane, and i feel off the wagon back to the sanded stoned path leading me to horrid “romance” again.
My tattoo’s match your colour scheme but these tattoo’s i’m glad you’ll never see.
Short poems each about different men i'v grow up with a s a friend or girlfriend.