METANOIA; poetry.

twenty nine

This poem is not for him,

I am too smart and brilliant now.

This poem is not for him,

the one who broke me and

never picked me up.

This poem is not for him,

the one who thought

that I was a prize and

talked to me with nothing

but empty words.

This poem is not for him,

the one who thought that

I wouldn't be able to fall

for another pair of eyes.

This poem is not for him,

is not for her,

is not for me.

This poem is for you,

the one who's reading this,

whoever you may be,

wherever your life may take you,

always remember:

you are not less than anybody.

You are your

actions,

words and

intentions.

You are so much more

than just a love affair.