Naomi
It’s official;
It just wasn’t going to be you.
Frankly,
I have gained new tastes.
An appetite for full-throttle
adoration. I told him I am
at my wit’s end with dreamers.
I am finished with wannabe
muses.
I am sickened by
the rigamaroll of rudimentary relations.
it is too much for me.
it all means so little
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love “full throttle adoration” !
I love the bluntness ♥️. The first two lines!!!! Good job!