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Two side by side poems found in my new poetry & prose book ‘Between Battlescars and Birthmarks’ available to preorder soon!! Stay tuned

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all our parallel places 🌙
Two side by side poems found in my new poetry & prose book ‘Between Battlescars and Birthmarks’ available to preorder soon!! Stay tuned
While watching Golden Girls I learned a new term. . . . You can't text message break up . . . #GoldenGirls @goldengirls #DearJohnLetter #youcanttextmessagebreakup #kelly #liamkylesullivan #Textmessagebreakupkelly https://www.instagram.com/p/CQAQZUDnH_XV8I8KTJROcrhg1t7nNGtHaCpeFw0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Released fifteen years ago today. I guess I’m one of the few that LOVED this album, although released during a time in my life I pretend never happened, lol. #NowPlaying @WhitneyHouston #JustWhitney #FifteenYears #HappyBirthday #HappyAnniversary #OneOfThoseDays #DearJohnLetter #TellMeNo #LoveThatMan #THEVoice #RIP
The best break-up ever. #dearjohnletter #wellness #stressedout #loveme #takecareofyou
Happening in Brenova Town Bonita Getty is devastated: she is suffering the worst pain of her life. Her fiancé of a year sent her a letter explaining that he’s gotten married. Heartbroken and dejected, Bonnie is trying to live, while feeling angry and ashamed. Still in love with Lester, she struggles between love and hate, while maintaining her pride and dignity. Enjoy the DivaDolls Dioramas By Brenova’ production, “Love Is Stronger Than Pride” and stay tuned for the full PhotoStory soon to follow. See the full PhotoVideo here: https://youtu.be/YHWdZkXNZF8
#heartbreak #dearjohnletter #breakup #love #hate #justdollfurniture #diorama #barbie #brenovatown #brenovablog #pride #dignity #loveisstrongerthanpride #sade (at Brenova Town)
Dear Sir it’s over....
You are the only person in my life who says what you say about me. Which tells me you do not know me at all. Not my problem. It’s your loss. Not mine. You did me a favor. Its not like you ever done anything for me but show me the worst in you. What did you get amnesia and forget what you said to my friend? She sent me the entire transcript of what you said about me when I told her you called last Friday.
You threatened to send your boy to my crib! The fact he is a cop doesn’t make that okay! Then call me two weeks later like that didn’t happen? What planet are you from? I am not the bi-polar one. You are. if I am as horrible as you said. Than WTF are you calling me for again in the first place?
STOP PLAYING THE INNOCENT VICTIM.
It’s not okay to play with people’s emotions. You know how I feel about you. You come to my crib on a Sunday then flip the script completely by Tuesday. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I am not a toy you can pick up and play with when the mood strikes you. Then discard when you’re suddenly tired of me. WHICH IS EXACTLY HOW YOU TREAT ME. It drives me crazy. But my dumb ass keeps allowing it because I love you. The heart wants what it wants even if it’s wrong. Which you are. I never saw myself as better than you. I admired the fact you came from nothing and made something of yourself the right way. Instead of falling the trap others have. I had every opportunity and couldn’t do what you did. It’s one of the reasons I fell for you. You have heart. I know without a doubt you’d take care of what’s yours. You have natural daddy qualities.
I am just mad I will never that person to you because of my past and my job. Even though I gave you all of me. When we started seeing each other again after you lost your car there was no one else. Production stopped with other models because I kicked the one funding it to the curb!
Not my problem you didn’t want to believe the truth. i was 110% loyal to you. Any time you’ve ever needed me I’ve been there. Yet instead of being grateful and responding in kind, you have painted me out to be a monster! To my own friend even. Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve made every excuse to push me away and not be with me. Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it. A person can only take so much.
Get the fuck out of my face with your bull shit. You refuse to take responsibility for anything you do. just like I got pregnant by myself it wasn’t yours. WTF! I should of kept it to have a DNA test run. Except I am not a grimy bitch. I do not believe in entrapment. Point is I have never done you dirty or anything to you but try to be with you. I will not apologize for who I am. No matter how many times you contradict yourself and change your mind or shit on me along the way. I am still the one who has always been there. Not my problem you don’t appreciate what you had in me.
God forbid, I get fed up with being played with like a yo-yo and decide I don’t want to put myself through it again. Problem is I can’t get you out of my head. You make me wish I was heartless bitch who didn’t give a damn about anyone. So I wouldn’t worry about how you are since you just lost your brother. So I wouldn’t think about you every day! If you cannot understand that. Then fuck you. I apologized. God forgives, but you can’t? Are you suddenly better than him?
I do not know why you reached out to me again. Everything I do is wrong in your eyes. I give up. You don’t deserve me. You take me for granted and you mistake my kindness for weakness. I need a real man in my life who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid of it. Not a confused little boy who cannot make up his mind. So I am done. Good luck to you
Dear John
Dear John, I’m writing to tell you I know what you did My best friend, she saw you even though you ran and hid When you were at home and texted her “come over” Did you think you’d get a letter from me saying that it’s over?
And Dear John, there’s something that I have got to ask How hard was it for one year to wear that mask? To look me in the eyes and whisper “always faithful” And tell me did you ever accidentally call her Rachel?
Dear John, please don’t tell me that she’s good at cooking That she’s much smarter or she’s better looking Don’t tell me she does things that I could never do Like in call of duty could she get to level 2?
Dear John, I don’t mean to interrogate you But does she know about our matching tattoos? Or how you got that scar just above your knee From tripping when you saw my name on your caller ID
Dear John, did you say to her what you said to me? Did you tell her that you loved her and would give her everything? Did I ever come up in conversation? In her car, did our song come on the radio station?
Dear John, if you didn’t catch this, I’m leaving you But I’m sure that you’ve already found somebody new I guess that there isn’t much left for me to say Other than I hope this letter doesn’t ruin your day
But dear John, if it does then I apologize You see, you only ruined my whole life.