i wish i followed through
that night i begged you
i had hoped that you would show that you loved me
if i cried and begged you
vulnerable to you
exposed in the barest ways
but you ignored me
you went back on your word
acted like i was crazy that night
after you'd told me all week how you loved my brother more than me
i tore my arms up
ripped my healed scars
bruised my body
and you still insisted on punishing me
i knew it that night
and i drove through the night
i slept in my backseat
crammed and seething
making plans for 2023
i think it's obvious this time.
love,
dee dee
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the road
Poetryon the road basically a collection of the random poems that i write whenever i feel a smidge of motivation + little anecdotes to explain whatever the fuck i'm trying to say
