Finding old writing while packing

This was written, still unedited, after receiving a valentines card.

Jusrt to clarifyI wasn't ungrateful for it yet it was someone who no longer deserved my time. I don't really like it but I'm pushing myself to share all kinds of poems.

Why I received this, I'll never fully know

How your mind works is something I no longer care to work out. You don't hear a word I say, I refuse to shout.

How many times did I give you the benefit of the doubt ?

At first I thought, you didn't understand the extent but we both know I realized it was all pretend

You act so clueless when there's a serios issue. So you send me a card, babe I don't want to kiss you.

Too many chances, too many times. Crossed too many boundaries, one too many lines.

Now I see the truth, it makes me sick. Every reaction you got, gave you a kick.

Your games are obvious, I see more than you know. Yet what bothers me most is how your words have no flow.

There's nothing left to say but if you think up something amusing, consider how you use your syllables, if that ain't too confusing.

There's one word I know you don't like and that word is NO.

It's a one syllable word, with a clear definition, yet you still choose to give it no recognition.

I didn't realize how long this was so thank you if you read it. This is hard for me to post as my inner critic is loudly shouting that it's too basic but it reminding her that's okay. I'm still sharing it because I know I have to challenge her.

I will try to have the newsletter more organized but for now, here's some old writing.