you took my words
when you wrote my poetry
but with prettier words
and painted my art
with more vibrant colours.
you took my friends
because they were sick
of the vulnerable me
and they found your fake smile
was much better than truth.
you took my trust
the night i had to cry alone
because although you heard
my voice break when i called
you still chose to yell over me.
just how much more
do you need to steal
from an already broken girl?
are you scared that if i am whole,
my stars will shine brighter than yours?
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
you took my words
when you wrote my poetry
but with prettier words
and painted my art
with more vibrant colours.
you took my friends
because they were sick
of the vulnerable me
and they found your fake smile
was much better than truth.
you took my trust
the night i had to cry alone
because although you heard
my voice break when i called
you still chose to yell over me.
just how much more
do you need to steal
from an already broken girl?
are you scared that if i am whole,
my stars will shine brighter than yours?
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