“Never write about boys.
Boys, in whose eyes once you saw constellations. Boys, whose hands always went a little down from your waist. Boys, who craved just your attention. Boys, who fell only for your eyes. Boys, who were mess.
Write about men.
Those, who fell in love with your mind. Those, who gave you more than you asked for. Those, who knew you were a mess. Those, who stood by you while you fought your demons.
Write about men who loved you for what you were.”
-things a writer told me//
I love stanza 2
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