Real talk 

I’ve been waking up with crusty eyes. 

I’ve been going to sleep alone. 

My body is swollen. 

Tonight he said he didn’t want to give me a hug. 

We talk about (his) loss or pain. 

I drink mine away. 

He’s mourning the loss of being with other men. 

I’m feeling bad because I just want to be with him. 

Welcome to Wednesday. 

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About German Jones

I am a librarian by day; I do all sorts of things at night.
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