delivered.

By: VSH

I got a text an hour ago.

In a week, I did not hear your dreams.

I waited and waited, for only-

I wished for a semblance of your voice.

Now, sits blinking like no sailor's choice.

Soul up in Leo – Lion from Oz.

Shame me not, love, for my cowardice,

For I do not exist real as you.

My lip is worried like a used chew.

I glimpse programing of o’s and 1’s,

Telling me you did not dream my dreams,

As harsh as I tore myself apart.

Eyes I have not seen exists true art.

So I will close my own out of fear.

You’ve turned me into this silly girl,

So I’ll be brave this once if for you.

Please be softer than this morning's dew.

I’ve been burned twice ‘fore, tied and fired.

Men like to turn their girls into sheep.

So a warm hand can become the blade.

Into obscurity we should fade,

A boy and the sheep tucked into bed.

Be that you should say after a week?

Or will this be the fire from you?

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Super unhinged for this one, but listen..... I'm just a girl, and if one thing is true in girlhood, it's the firsthand understanding of absolute consumption. I'm basically chief CEO of leaving guys on read. I have never had an actual boyfriend because I've ghosted or ended things with everyone I've talked to. This is for a very good reason, and that reason is I am a girl, and I am a coward. Do I suggest this strategy? No. However, people tend to think I'm a confident maneater, so I have that street cred going for me. If you're someone looking for the joys of genuine connection, though, my first suggestion is to not listen to me, and my second is to find a world where men don't hurt women for funsies.