when it comes to this person
everyone is certain
that i deserve a better version
he is only available at midnight
i stay up because i think it is polite
forcing my eyes open to a phone screen so bright
there it is. “*his name* is typing…”
i do not even bother half swiping
i open his message in a second and begin replying
he never entertains me to any special treatment
because he only chooses me due to being the most convenient
and i think to myself “what an achievement”
i feel honoured to have crossed his mind
he comes over straight from another girls bed but i pretend to be blind
i just love sleeping facing his head from behind
he gets what he wants. taps my head “thanks” and demands me to sleep
but i am wide awake so i start to count sheep
sometimes he gets mad when i accidentally disturb his dreams so deep
suddenly it is morning and none of us speak
i try to go and kiss his cheek
but he just looks at me as if i am a freak
with a click of the finger he gets dressed
so quick that i am impressed
i walk to the front door to wave bye to my favourite guest
after he leaves i feel so lonely and small
and the nights that he does not call
i know he has found a new bed to crawl
maybe it is time for a trade
a new boy to date
because all he does is degrade
About the Creator
Kiesha’s Diary
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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