A.M Thoughts

Girls like you

Your type cannot be loved.
You are programmed to love what doesn't love you.
Your heart resembles a broken mirror. The cracks hold your mother's stern teachings.
And your brother? He went to war. It was him versus his mind. He came back, but the body bag held a relaxed version of him.
So tell me, what is it about broken things that you find so intriguing? Is it the stinging sensation when he ignores your call? Is that what's making you not want to forget him? Do you get some sort of relief from being hurt repeatedly? Is that it?
Was it your father's absence that made you like this? A slut, that lurks within the shadows, hoping to tempt another man with her voluptuous curves.
Hadn't mother taught to bat a blind-eye? And ask no questions regarding the faint perfume smell?
Is it because a broken girl in a fully grown woman's body came to break your home?
Do you feel the need to kneel at every man's feet just to try and find your father? Does every boy remind you of your brother? And your mother? Don't you see her in you?

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