Dear you.
Fuck you.
Actually rewind, I'll get to that
Let's stop playing pretend and get real
I still wake up with your name in my throat
Remember the same one you grabbed to choke me
Can we stop pretending
Hear me out
If you want to play pretend
How about you pretend not to be a pathetic creep
And face me like a man
Maybe you just don't understand
What you did wrong
To take me and make me vulnerable
You had no right to my body
Let me explain this better
I thought you were someone I could trust
Not someone who would force me against a wall
I thought I could be around you
Without every muscle in my body tensing up
By the way blaming alcohol makes you a coward
So fuck you
At first I didn't want to make a big deal out of this
But you know what?
I'm not making this anything
It is a big deal.
YOU ARE READING
gas station flowers
Puisicoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
