Pretty Girl, Nice Girl
(she hides behind the smile)
Beautiful Girl, Smart Girl
(the night she spends alone)
Popular Girl, Smiling Girl
(she screams without a voice)
Quite Girl, Shy Girl
(what she wants is out)
Simple Girl, Normal Girl
(heart hidden behind a wall)
That Girl,  This Girl
(she starts to lose her grip)
Pretty Girl, Nice Girl
(she is gone without a trace)

It's not you
    I promise
What I say is true
      He never deserved
           You

     It's not your fault
           I know for a fact
      Trust me
             You are better
          Than a boy like that

It's for the best
       Please,
    Believe me
          He'll do it to the next girl
       And the next
            And next
      You'll find your one
          In this world

        It's time to breathe
             Have faith in what
          I'm saying to you
      This might just be
                Poetry
          But I was cheated on too

It's time to believe
      You're worth more than
   You can see
           No more tears, please
      He's not worth your pain
             You're gorgeous
       And you're NOT to blame

     It's for the best,
              It's not you
          Please,
    Just Breathe.
          Believe me,
  Cause I've made it through.
         I know,
      What I say is true.
             Cause
         **I was cheated on too.

It is not your fault that he could not recognise the entire cities you set on fire every time you spoke his name.

The words that I made
Did they fly somewhere?
Fly and shoot in the air like radio waves?
Did they fly to outer space?
Spaghettized in a tiny black hole
Then ***** x-rays?
Did they succeed?
Or they just stay black in white?
'Cause I can't even teach them fly

Stood, ill-assured,
On the other side of the classroom.
Shirt pressed, 5.a.m shadow,
Shoes black as sleepless hollows.
The waning attention of wandering minds,
Hearts strung to a breaking point
They believe will relent with age.
One decade, the fence.
I want to reach over and teach them
“I am not okay.”

Read
till the words
are tattooed on your skin
and the ink is absorbed in your blood.

Read
till the stories
are your reality
and the characters make you fall in love.

Read
till every page
is familiar to you
Like your arteries and veins.

Read
till the last breath.
Then pick up a new book
And live again.

They asked me,
To read there poems,
I couldn't
*stop,