Maritina Mela’s Reviews > Blood On My Typewriter > Status Update

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I have taken
Ernest Hemingway's
advice.

Yeah, we can tell.

Money doesn’t buy you happiness”
Is the biggest fucking lie
The elites ever made
The masses believe
They just want
To keep it all
To themselves
All the wealth
All the money
Lining their pockets

Ah, at least you're 100% on that one.

I put the money
On the table
Lit a cigarette
Took a puff
(I could never waste one)
And dropped it on the pile

Oh is that why this book exists?

I woke up
to the sound of her screaming
It was a miscarriage
As I held her
And comforted her
I secretly breathed
A sigh of relief
I looked out the window
At the sky full of stars
And thanked them for this luck
I vowed to leave

OH YOU HORRIBLE SON OF A B*TCH

How can we have a baby together
When I don’t even know your middle name? How could this happen?

B*tch, you have been going on and on about how much sex you two have and about how you understood her deeply etc. Do you need me to teach you basic biology?

The thing is,
We are not cures
For other peoples’ problems.

Thank god you mentioned that.

I’m not like them
You can’t lump me in
With the rest of them
I’m different
And I won’t let you
Think otherwise

Oh look, someone published the diary I used to keep back when I was 12 and my parents sent me to a summer camp with some awful people.

She was the antidote
To who I was
She was the only one
I would’ve let change me
Into someone better
She was everything
But she disappeared
One fall morning
She left town

Maybe she left you because you put the burden of fixing you exclusively on her, instead of doing the work yourself, buddy.