You weren’t there
when I stood tall
in a scribbled note.
I was sixteen,
blushed naïve
with first love,
yet wise enough
for dignity.
Your *** I’m
too busy to call”
worked for two
weeks, but intuition
spoke louder,
“He’s lying.”
With every bit of courage
a black Bic held in ink
I wrote…
Dear Randy,
If you don’t respond
to this note, you’ll never
hear from me again.
Susie
The phone didn’t ring.
A letter never found
my mailbox.
As a heart does at sixteen
mine broke into a thousand tears.
I swam the river of shattering
until my spirit fell on the shore.
After being resuscitated from why,
I rose stronger, proud I trusted
the lighthouse within me and
not the tormentor who didn’t
care if I drowned.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
You weren’t there
when I stood tall
in a scribbled note.
I was sixteen,
blushed naïve
with first love,
yet wise enough
for dignity.
Your *** I’m
too busy to call”
worked for two
weeks, but intuition
spoke louder,
“He’s lying.”
With every bit of courage
a black Bic held in ink
I wrote…
Dear Randy,
If you don’t respond
to this note, you’ll never
hear from me again.
Susie
The phone didn’t ring.
A letter never found
my mailbox.
As a heart does at sixteen
mine broke into a thousand tears.
I swam the river of shattering
until my spirit fell on the shore.
After being resuscitated from why,
I rose stronger, proud I trusted
the lighthouse within me and
not the tormentor who didn’t
care if I drowned.
When I was fifteen turning sixteen, I met a boy. But he wasn't boy. I was a sophomore in high school. He was a sophomore in college, 20 years old.
To shorten the story I kept my no NO to all his advances. I had no idea he was a predator. I found out his absence led to another girl's, (who was fifteen) pregnancy.
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