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Writer's picturejane doe

an unsent letter:

old flame,


these are all the things i never had the guts to tell you

once cherished memories feel like relentless nightmares these days

even in my waking hours i find myself coming to, covered in sweat, and gasping your name

your name once rolled off my tongue with the sound of admiration

moving forward, your name holds jagged edges

bleeding from the mouth, spitting out the shame and resentment

one tooth at a time, a bloodied smile becomes the story of us


old flame,


i know the promises of forever, expired upon the complications of noncompliance

sitting down​ to be seen and not heard, like a good girl should- was not in my list of interests

so i was no longer on yours

on the days i miss you most (shamefully)

i look in the mirror and smile

while it’s not the bloody sight seen before

my teeth remain crooked, your name still hold jagged edges,

i refuse to continue

to cut myself on your edges


old flame,


this is my final act of protest

i’ll pick up my shame and wear it with pride

dry and bloodied lips left their mark

i wont let them stain me

anymore



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