i was a troubled teen
when you came along.
i was a hopeless teen
when you stepped in.
i was.
you told me how i wasn't like the other girls
you told me how enough i was
you told me how you liked me.
i wasn't impressed because you have no act
i wasn't trapped in the sadness of that odd fact.
i was thankful, i found a direction
and you weren't and aren't involved,
it meant,
your presence was a void in a short time of my life.
you did nothing but trying to break me apart
but boy, you failed.
because i know,
boys like you
should've gone into the middle of nowhere
instead of crashing my dreams.
sorry not sorry.
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dedicated to all the boys and girls. your life isn't only about him/her. you have dreams in your life, and drowning in sadness for a long ass time isn't a way to reach your dreams. your bright and successful future is in front of you, take it or leave it.
you're good enough and if they make you feel you aren't, show them in a way they don't think you can. show them you are more than just good enough.
(there may be a few grammar errors that make my sentence makes no sense. correct me, i'm a hooman)
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poetrythe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
