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Never Again

Poets are good with words...

By RenaePublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

Today I started reading something

Of course I finished it

But mentally I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

Because…

I thought I knew who it was about.

But I was wrong.

The other characters, Yeah

But the main one

I was so fucking wrong.

But I was also right.

Who was I to think I was special?

To believe that

An author

Was talking directly to me.

Hands slide across a page

Taking in word for word

Believing that

The author wrote something just for me.

I should have known.

He writes.

He's good with words.

He knows what to say and how to fucking say it

So that a vulnerable girl

Who's crying out for love will listen

Just like the others.

“The sun shined brighter because you smiled.”

Two years ago another was falling

Falling into the smooth talking

Honey dripping

Disguised, snakes mouth.

Galaxies and pick up lines,

They were all the same.

And I fell for it.

Again.

I said I don't give a shit

But I do

Because every girl he tried to impress

Heard the same stupid bullshit.

Not again.

This just added to my fucking fort.

A fucking steel wall

At every corner

Thousands more doors

Each with a set of padlocks.

I hate Honey.

I hate Wisconsin.

And I fucking hate

The goddamn universe.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Renae

Just some kid who loves people, Jesus, and pizza.

Sometimes I write my feelings.

Trying to navigate through Marriage and Motherhood and leave something beautiful.❤️

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    Written by Renae