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stolen

Where have all the good guys gone?

They’re all the same.

They’re heart-breakers.. they’re thieves. 

Stealing my time and my mind space.

I swear one day, I’ll get it right.

With the right guy.

-B

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NOT A POEM.

I tried to have a change of heart towards men.

I really did.

But I have seen so many women, 

friends and strangers

all broken because of the same shit caused by them.

I do not stand and will never stand for their actions.

Nor will I ever excuse them 

from hurting a human being the way they do.

FUCK petty men, and their brainless minds.

In the end they are all the fucking same.

-B 

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Self respect.

The girls you look at 

on social media were nothing like me.

They framed their bodies

as if they were meant to be in a gallery.

That’s the difference between them and I.

My body was for you,

not for the world to see.

But not anymore.

-B

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Fresh start.

I was heartbroken and cried 

almost everyday.

I welcomed the pain into my life

and let it take over my brain.

Thinking there was nothing that could

possibly save me.

But then the sun started to shine

a little brighter everyday.

Made me see there is more in this world,

than a man who didn’t know what he had

when he had it.

I may not be 100% yet,

but I am a hell of a lot better.

Goodbye and good riddance to the one I called “handsome”.

Hello to the new person I plan to be 

and the one you’ll never get to know.

-B

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Broken songs for the broken heart.

But I still sing love songs

even though my heart is broken.

Sounds like torture but it eases the pain

in a very subtle way.

Just cause apart of me isn’t whole

does not mean the voice in me

should be as well.

So i’ll sing until the tears dry up,

and can’t fall anymore.

Maybe then i’ll feel love,

not for you.

But for myself.

-B

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blinded by love.

You broke my heart and turned it into sheer ice,

all in one shot.

I never knew you were a man

with many hidden talents.

-B

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just like a drug.

Why is it so easy

to fall back into old habits?

It’s like my soul wants me to

relapse and get back on 

the addiction that hurt me the most.

I can’t make it stop,

when deep inside I don’t want it to.

-B

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hm.

How is it that silence 

can be a more effective way to hurt someone

rather than the words they speak?

I’d want you to speak your mind,

than me think of every scenario possible

in my wandering head.

-B