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Crying Night You said mean nasty horrible teasing things you didn’t think about what you said to me I turned my back and we sat in silence. The glow of our phones lighting up our faces mine, sad yours, oblivious mine, a way out of our plans tomorrow yours, Facebook scrolling then, the last straw the tip of the iceberg it wasn’t the things he said that night it was everything it was me feeling like I wasn’t good enough our hearts filled not equally mine, full, overflowing, even yours, unsure, you turned to me and tried to make me giggle react laugh at a post I shoved you and the flood gates opened first quietly then raging heavy, breathe taking sobs crying crying then you realized this wasn’t a joke you held me tight and I told you why All of it, and you laid and listened silence shhhhhh you said. shhhhhh you’re okay. shhhh No, No I’m not this isn’t okay. why am I not enough the way I feel is too much I shouldn’t have to hold it all back You’ve turned me into an insomniac
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Crying Night
Crying Night You said mean nasty horrible teasing things you didn’t think about what you said to me I turned my back and we sat in silence. The glow of our phones lighting up our faces mine, sad yours, oblivious mine, a way out of our plans tomorrow yours, Facebook scrolling then, the last straw the tip of the iceberg it wasn’t the things he said that night it was everything it was me feeling like I wasn’t good enough our hearts filled not equally mine, full, overflowing, even yours, unsure, you turned to me and tried to make me giggle react laugh at a post I shoved you and the flood gates opened first quietly then raging heavy, breathe taking sobs crying crying then you realized this wasn’t a joke you held me tight and I told you why All of it, and you laid and listened silence shhhhhh you said. shhhhhh you’re okay. shhhh No, No I’m not this isn’t okay. why am I not enough the way I feel is too much I shouldn’t have to hold it all back You’ve turned me into an insomniac
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
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