He roped me in,
swearing on a god neither of us believed in
that he would love me.
But he didn't.
Wouldn't he be here
if those words were true?
Instead of leaving me standing,
twirling in an empty room?
Instead of giving me hope I would lose
in a guy masquerading as a man?
I still allowed him to take me,
ignoring sirens blaring, whistling
for the whole world to know
I would soon be broken
yet again.
But I learned to act strong
when I felt weak and tired.
I held my sword and got to my feet,
blood pooling from each gash,
head spinning and heavy.
I pushed on and on,
because that's what girls do.
I don't expect them to stay.
There is no point hoping, wishing
on an empty dream.
No point trying to cling
to someone
who will never love me, anyway.
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Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
