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A note to the girls who are drinking that dumb b- juice.

Poetry by Florence Susanne

By Florence Susanne Published 3 years ago 2 min read
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Listen up ya bunch of fucking idiots.

I am you.

From the future.

STOP IT.

Seriously, stop giving attention to guys that ignore you for days,

weeks,

or months on end.

Only hitting you up when they want something.

If you give him assault after assault of positive words and notions,

take the time out of your day to message him.

Call him and fuck even write cute letters to make his days a bit brighter.

Make it to his shows.

Listen to HIS music but he can't be bothered to text back,

support your art,

or hell even name a single thing you've written

{because he wasn't paying attention}.

He will still not appreciate you.

He won't.

And you can't change him.

He won't change because you think you can show him love to soften the edges of his pre-bought hardened exterior that he wears everyday just because it makes him look

#edgy

Did he give you some kind of bullshit line like

“When I do anything remotely sexual with a person, I never kiss them.”?

“You don’t kiss someone without intent.

Otherwise someone gets hurt.

Someone always puts more emotion into it than another”

“If you don’t plan on spending time with someone and investing in their life in any aspect while potentially remaining sexual, then don’t kiss someone”

Did he lose interest after you made the effort to always see him?

Did he check in on you when you were sick?

In the hospital?

When your cat, brother, mom, parrot, kid, dad was sick?

No?

Then cut him off.

He doesn't deserve the effort you put into him and he never will.

Sure he'll play dumb when he FINALLY realizes that you've checked yourself out of the friendship/relationship/nothingship.

“What did I do wrong?”

Go fuck yourself dude.

We've become aware.

And your

“I don't understand why everyone leaves.”

bullshit is exactly that.

Bullshit.

You're not sorry you hurt us.

You’re sorry that we caught on.

You’re sorry that we have started to call you out on your shit.

You’re sorry that we’re stronger,

and smarter than you anticipated.

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About the Creator

Florence Susanne

I am a 24-year-old of mother of 2 boys.

Author of Love, Lust, and Misery

Author of Poems from a Schizophrenic Mind

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