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kacey Mar 25
I know that I'm no good for you.
If we're being honest, you deserve much, much better.
But it hurts just a little and sometimes a lot
when I know you're with her
and not me.
kacey Feb 13
will call me annoying because of the way my heart works.
As if loving quickly and fearlessly deserves adjectives such as "embarrassing" or "unrealistic".
Although wearing my heart on my sleeve is dangerous, I'm living my life without regrets.
I love everyone I have ever loved before.
My heart is big and full and confusing but she's a lover.
She isn't gentle but she's ambitious.
She isn't forgetful but she's forgiving.
She makes mistakes but she doesn't regret a thing.
A short love  letter to myself. One of many steps i am taking in order to love myself just as much as i love the people around me.
kacey Mar 6
maybe in another life you could've held on to my heart forever.
and i won't deny the fact that at one point you captivated my mind and heart.
but in reality we weren't good for each other.
i stuck by you for as long as i possibly could.
you owned my heart.
you changed my life.
and now,
as we grow apart,
you are realizing the truth about you and i.
i deserve better.
kacey Mar 28
Women live their lives being defined as a little slash in a box labeled “no” written on a torn slip of paper. As if the way our pencil feels about another’s paper means we aren’t worthy of love at all.
Some people handle their “no” decently, and go on about their days with a tiny knot in their gut, and others change into the people our parents warned us about.
Most of the time, these people are the ones that take it too far. They shove unwilling answers down throats and push ideas into shaking heads. If our mouths scream no so do our bodies.
Then there are those that don’t even bother to pass the note. They know that they are built in the right way, we can’t leave even if we want to.
The way she chooses to dress does not tell you if it is consensual. Her body resembles the most valuable type of gold and when “men” like you take advantage of that, it hurts. It’s heartbreaking in so many ways.
You mock her worth with ****** knuckles and furrowed brows. A voice that has women trembling at the thought alone. You would rather let us live our lives looking over a shoulder than accept an answer you were hoping not to get. Forcing yourself between crying lips and thighs.
You may be satisfied when it is over but you will never have enough. Raising yet another fist and crushing a trust that was once so strong. There is never an excuse for actions so careless.
Who I choose to **** will never define me, but who you choose to respect will always define you.
I wrote this a few weeks ago and was hesitant to share it online. It is such a sensitive topic but I feel like it is something that needs to be talked about more in the world we live in.

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