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.
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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