Just as a starving fool would,
you swallowed all of their sweet words.
shotgun loaded and ready to blow some minds.
words you knew you had to be careful with,
but you didn’t care back then.
aim. wait… pull the trigger.
standing there, oblivious to it all.
boundaries so weak, now you’re tripping over
the empty casings of their meaningless lines.
Every single one of them.
the damage is done.
shotgun loaded and ready to blow some hearts
they fired at will, left you with voids to fill.
but what for?
power.
control.
admiration.
they want it all.
And now you have to pretend
the only thing you’re dealing with
is a stomach ache.
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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Keep up the good work!
This was so heartbreaking and relatable as well. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️