To the girl three years ago,
scared of never being loved back the same way,
it'll be okay.
Because sure, he never did hug you,
only making you feel alone
and unworthy of being cared for.
Because sure, he never did let you
rest your head on his shoulder,
dragging you down instead of pulling you up.
But someday, you will meet a boy
who will hold your hand and kiss you in the rain,
no matter the place and time.
But someday, you will meet a boy
who will gift you lilies instead of roses
and remember your birthday because you're the only one meant for him.
It'll work out.
Because sure, he never did text you late at night,
constantly leaving you on Read
and ignoring you in the halls.
Because sure, he never helped you through the tough times,
only showing you a world of pain and isolation
that he created for you.
But someday, you'll realize that crying your eyes out,
hoping that nobody will walk into the washroom,
was never worth it in the first place.
But someday, you'll realize that laying in bed all day,
hoping that what he admitted was all some twisted dream,
was the best thing he could have done for you.
It'll make you stronger.
Because sure, that relationship
never got to flourish,
just shining light onto a monster hidden in plain sight.
Because sure, that relationship
did make you realize
that everything happens for a reason.
But someday, you will meet a boy
who will build you up
and save you from the avalanche.
But someday, you will meet a boy
who will force you to look into the mirror
and remind you that you were never cursed with bad luck.
To the girl three years ago,
crying into her pillow over a boy who was never even worth her time,
you'll be okay.
3.14.2024
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
