boys said they don't like to play with dolls.
so why are their chest hollow?
so why did they rip their hearts out?
boys said they don't like to play with dolls.
so why are the dolls broken?
why is their mascara running down their cheeks?
my mother calls me doll.
but boys said they don't like to play with dolls.
so why do i feel empty?
and why is my heart becoming plastic.
a boy played with my heart.
a boy broke it.
so why did the boys say they don't like to play with dolls?
YOU ARE READING
people i'll never get over
Poetry♡ short poems i write when i'm missing you (and wishing you come back). by I.R [it's my first poetry collection, it's bad, i know]
