I wrote a line for each one of you
Then I tore it up and threw it away
Because none of you deserve a mention
And I won’t go digging up old graves
Dear Me of the past, be gentle to yourself
Don’t put up with what you don’t deserve
Its not love if it hurts
If he lies, he’ll do it again
Be patient, raise your standards
You will laugh at all this one day
As for you x’s, y’s and z’s
Please don’t hold your breath.
Response for the OctPoWriMo Poetry Writing Challenge 2015.