truth is bold

the truth is.. I was in pain I was an alcoholic I was using I was broke I was a woman getting woke I thought my education was supposed to liberate me instead it dissipated me in a society so ignorant made me feel tied up again in a cage so tight the walls were closing in I didn't see a future I didn't see a friend And I don't hate you, man but I don't love you either and I'm not judging but I'm not settling neither heartbreak I've felt before I survived you and I survived that too At least I had the balls to look at my own face at least I saw the things I'd done in bad taste and yes I lost my cool but I also gained my head yes I played the fool but I also won my heart the question in front of me the answer forever old the truth lying somewhere above the matter the feeling of being bold


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*eye roll*

May 26, 2018 at 3:54pm

what a stupid poem

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May 26, 2018 at 5:09pm

Big bold flavor? Rich, old country flavor? Gravy? Bechamel?

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post it stomp

May 26, 2018 at 11:52pm

Wow!!! You win the drama queen prize, poet and song writer

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May 27, 2018 at 12:11am

Obviously I can't say this is YOU, but I saw your struggle that was much like my own, thought I could be the one to hold your hand and support you. Instead you saw entertainment when it suited you, an ego boost when it suited you. Choosing me wouldn't have been settling, at least for you.


May 27, 2018 at 6:04am

Whatever. I still love you.

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May 27, 2018 at 12:36pm

Sorry for being an ass
And ignoring you in class
And secretly pissing on your chair
Why couldn't you be honest and just showed that you care??

17 5Rating: +12


May 28, 2018 at 11:38am

I like your poem, Op. I saw myself in a lot of your words. Hope you continue healing and writing your truth.

6 3Rating: +3


May 28, 2018 at 2:34pm

If it's a competition you win OP. My life has turned into wandering around year after year, waiting to see if you'll ever love me 1/1000th the depth I feel for you.

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May 29, 2018 at 11:57pm

You put all this effort into this poem but you can't send me even the briefest olive branch email. You could be clear on boundaries but you won't ever do that because you like me pining endlessly for you.

11 4Rating: +7


Jun 2, 2018 at 10:47am

You don't have to love me, but don't you think you could pretend a little? Missing you, whether this is you or not.

7 3Rating: +4

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