Dear Diary,
So long to another failed talking stage.
Another man who could never handle all my rage.
That I have for this world, this generation, these boys.
Treating godsent women like indestructible toys.
Because what the fuck do i do with this.
Meaningless moments that feel like utter bliss
Just because i love the feeling of a kind kiss
Dreaming about the boys i now miss.
I keep putting myself out there, they say now it's all changed.
Yet here i am on the floor, heart in hand all rearranged.
A man could never feel this way about what they do to me.
And for that i hope i never change what i want to truly be.
No matter how cruel, rude, or truly messed up the world treats me.
I refuse to be anyone but the kind, respectful, thoughtful girl that's me.
So go ahead, move on, go away.
In a couple years when it all goes aray-
Don't text me. Because you'll know what i'll say...
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
