To the boys who left me on read,
made me wonder what was wrong with me,
whether I was better dead.
My body is a chapel,
built to enclose those who pray,
who play a part in my life.
I am sacred,
too good to be left on read
by boys like you.
Last seen on WhatsApp 2 minutes ago,
but leaving me on read since 5 hours
ago.
Was I never good enough?
What did I do?
You never told me why you left me on read.
I wonder what the other girls
say.
I am too grown to take your
shit,
and even though leaving me on
the blue tick,
and telling me you were trying
to forget me,
I grow from this hurt.
The worst part was wondering
why,
why was I never good enough?
What did the other girls do?
To the boys who left me on read,
my body is a sanctuary,
for those who bring me love,
and light,
but you were neither of those.
LegallyFierceFeminist 