Dirty Things I Was Too young To Understand

I’ll forever live

As the 17 year old

Who let a man twice her age

Convince her she was nothing.

No matter how hard

I try to scrub that off

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I remember how warm your hands were and sometime

Only sometimes I miss how they held me.

Most of the time I remember how they burned me,

Into never wanting to touch another persons flesh again

Ode To The Boy Alone In The Coffeeshop

You have eyes to kill over and you don’t know this because men don’t seem to like compliments like this

Your coffee order is complex and I have a feeling its metaphorical for the personality you obtain

The window lets the sun play with your bleached blonde locks and I’m jealous that the sun is able to explore you while I keep my distance.

People say being lonely is sad and unfortunate but the way you old yourself proves

Being alone is not the same as being lonely

You Hurt Me

So what have you told her about me?

Did you tell her about my poetry

Or the way your back arched when my lips touched your neck?

Did you tell her you loved me

Or that I waited hours for you while you worked?

Did you tell her you ignored me when I hurt

Or that you looked at me like a project that needed fixing?

Did you tell her you cried for me?

Did you tell her I spent two months in a psychiatric ward?

Did you tell her I was too crazy for you?

Did you tell her you felt sorry for me?

Did you tell her you were happy she never reminds you of me?

Does she look at you like a hero for putting up with me?

Does she want to be everything I couldn’t be for you?

Does she always have a smile on her face?

I’m not your sob story to tell.

Don’t Make Me Feel Bad For This

He’s all the art shows you didn’t have time for

He’s all the concerts you had no interest in

He’s every poem you couldn’t understand

He’s not you

And I will always love you

But he is him

And he understands every part of me that felt unloved while I was with you