To the Next Girl

When his text is returned spontaneously,

He isn't focused on what he needs to be,

Don't be oblivious,

You know the truth...

Don't tie the knot in your own noose,

The facts are tacked up on a canvas like a splatter,

So many times did he break you into something that didn't matter,

To scared to embrace any possible next mistakes,

The matter of tragedy as our bones broke so rapidly,

hearts stop beating because of a sick maddening,

The vivid reactions to everyday normal factions,

The factions aren't easy to ease, When minds are trained to believe,

That breaking into pieces and isolating the inner freedoms,

The free will is gone and controlled by the pain,

The will is just as illing as a person made to emotionally kill.

To the next girls that allows a man into her heart,

into her home, into her own,

Just know,

The remedies behind those devilish eyes,

PTSD is a real thing,

You don't want to add complexity to your label in society.

To the next girl,

Keep your independence.

Providing for a partner that just takes to take,

Will drain you of your own being,

To the point you lose track,

And you don't even know that your bleeding.

Giving away yourself control,

Allowing another to overcome and overpower,

Don't let them take you down their rabbit hole,

You have your own mysteries and miseries to mend and sew.

To the next girl,

It's OK to LET GO.