Posts Tagged ‘Postcards’

You don’t know me.

I don’t know you.

So why did you

Do this to me?

I guess you do know

Something of my life;

Knowledge of my interests,

My grades, and even my nickname.

So when did you decide

Not to choose me?

I am the one you want, not her.

I am the one you need.

So, when I ripped the thin envelope;

Looking for an answer,

I look down and weep,

Screaming In denial.

So, in return, after

Tearing up all the postcards,

I am trashing you on Facebook,

And leaving threatening voicemails.

You have ripped my heart out

And now not even a Birkin bag

Will make me sane again.


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