Don’t talk to me because there is no one else around.
Don’t yell at me for something you undeniably had previously done.
Don’t lie and hide the elephant behind your back because the tension is clearly still here.
Don’t give me a sap story and ask for my pity because you were bored.
Don’t talk behind my back about the things I opened up to you about.
Don’t tell people my personal happenings because you were looking for drama.
Don’t treat me like garbage anymore.
I’m tired of being used.
Talk to me because you want to, not because you have to.
Own up to your mistakes, instead of just blaming everyone else.
Tell me the truth; your true colors are prettier than the shaded background noises of who you wish to be.
Understand others before assuming you have it the worst; remember that there’s a little girl who wishes she had that blanket you were too lazy to get, and then complained about.
If I tell you something it means I trust you, don’t lose my trust because you have a big mouth.
If you want a story to talk about, talk about famous people and not the underdog at school.
When you tell people others secrets, they won’t tell you anything out of fear that you will spill their dearest secrets.
Don’t stab someone in the back if you can’t handle the pain.
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Broken Poems
Puisii write what i feel. no rhyme or rhythm. just my thoughts put into some kind of an order.