i have always replied to my own discomfort with politeness to the source,
as you never know what someone is going through.
i would rather embody discomfort then to be rude to somebody, and that comes naturally-
which makes self-love much more complicated.
i trusted you with my insecurities.
my fears, my feelings, my thoughts.
i thought you were just a quiet, polite boy who couldn't utter a sentence.
which i wasn't wrong about,
but gave you the benefit of the doubt way too soon.
instead of vocally, you harassed me-
with the use of what's bound to take over the world someday.
you terrorized me with the thought of posting a picture i felt confident in,
and you took advantage of that.
knowing i was lacking self-validation,
you knew i was the perfect prey.
my emotions are a linear equation,
your thoughts of the perfect display.
variables absent, but known of-
was a girl who has yet to find self-love.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
