I'm tired of being quiet and allowing the storms in my mind
to never reach my mouth
I let people walk out of my life
without ever telling them how much I love them
It wasn't until recently that I started blaming myself
for ever letting them reach the door

Disappointment settles heavy in my shoulders and chest
and hell,
I try to find myself in boys who leave bruises on my hips,
who rip out my hair
who don't even ask me for my middle name

One day
I am going to be the girl,
who leaves before she is left

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