it's disturbing. honestly.
to look at words she's
written, specifically,
for you.
you told her you
didn't deserve these
kind words,
and you were telling
the truth.
she used to pray that
you could heal from
the things
you don't talk about.
but she won't know if
you'll ever heal
from what you've done
(to kind people) you
shut them out.
so this is her last
bit for you.
to an american boy,
who, she thought, was
tried and true.
to the boy
used his songs
to take hearts.
to the boy
that stayed up
with her
to make art.
to the boy
who showed her
to be more open.
to the boy
who put on
a good show, then
the same boy
used his words
to tear his lover apart.
the same boy
stood by and said
nothing
as great loss picked
her apart.
the same boy
blamed her
for things he made
up in his head,
closed her up,
and left her soul
for dead.
it's disturbing. honestly.
to hear the words
