Ms. Wrong

Posted on: February 9, 2012

My Ms. Wrong was a curly haired, dark, beauty with a lying smile. She used love to get what she wanted and loved to kill. Her greedy heart always asked for seconds. Her cold feelings could freeze fire. Her ambition was to take and her goal was to steal without return.  She was so good that even with conscious knowing I still gave. I gave with the hopes of change but, I couldn’t even get 3 cents to the dollar. Ms Wrong was a abuser scholar.  But, I continue to wrongly love Ms. Wrong. Continue to write her poems and sing her love songs. Some say I’m a victim, others say it’s suicide. Some feel bad for me, others think i like pain – And now Ms. Wrong wants wants a baby.

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