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Something I'm Going to Tell Someone Very Soon

By Lauren DayPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Don't talk to me

if you

don't

have anything

good

to say.

Don't talk to me

if you can't

understand

what's been

in my head

for the past

four months

that's left me

confused

which is worse

than cryin'

every night.

Don't talk to me

unless you've

figured yourself out.

Seems that you haven't.

Don't talk to me

unless you

fully

and completely

love me.

It seems

that you're 22

and can't speak

for yourself

at the right time

or place.

It seems

that you're 22

and too much of a

pussy

to make a

big boy move.

I'm 17

and I know

what I want;

I know

what's in my soul.

I'm 17

and I know

what to say

at the right

time

and

place

for certain people

and things.

I know how my head

works.

I know how to use

my voice

for better or for worse.

I know what my heart

feels.

I know what my gut

tells me

is right.

And you don't.

And that's why

you're a piece of shit

to me.

Honest hurts

but I don't care

cos I'm moving

forward.

Not like you cared

anyways.

You played

with my head

and heart

for months

but I'm not going to

fall into that

trap;

I'm not going to play

one more game.

Not again,

not ever again.

And sure as Hell

not when I'm

on the verge of

being 18;

on the verge

of everything.

You're not

going to hurt me

this time.

No guy

is supposed

to mess

with my

head and heart;

that's my job.

Fuck you

and your

insensitivity.

Fuck you

and your

inability to speak

what you think

at the time

when I need it

the most.

Don't talk to me

again.

Don't come back at me

until you've sorted

through your head.

Maybe you weren't

for me.

You probably

weren't meant

for me.

You probably already

have

a better

white girl

out there

waiting for you

with the same level

of lassiez-faire

so you don't

have to

"commit"

to shit.

So you can fuck

and not have to

say that

"I love you"

and all of that

bullshit

that you don't

believe in.

Boy

that's not a real

relationship.

I'm done playing games.

I'm not falling for

you,

or any other guy

for that matter.

I'm done

fucking with

us

whatever

"us" was.

While it still does

fuck with

my head

and my heart,

I'm done

with you.

Bye bitch,

bye.

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About the Creator

Lauren Day

i surf. i travel. i take some photos here and there. i life alot.

i think. i write. i think some more.

then something cool happens where i write until my bones ache.

end of story.

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