¿Who has it worse?
As women we ;
Trust too much. Love too much.
Care too much. Cry too much
Fight too much. Get mad too much
That's just what we do.
As men you ;
Trust less. Love less
Care less. Cry less
Fight less. Get mad less
That's just what you do.
So... ¿Who has it worse?

Actions speak louder than words
When they pushed you
You kept a straight face
When they made faces
You laughed
When they pointed
You smiled
But when they said
"No one likes you"
You were mad
When they said
"Your ugly"
You became insecure
When they called you names
You cried
Why?
Because those words were starting to sound
A lot louder than their actions

She spreads strawberry jam
In the palm of her hand
Adding flavor to her handshakes

Sips life through a straw
Taking it slow
Enjoying the taste of each new day

She wears vintage clothes
Because everyone knows
The past holds hidden treasures

Along with rose colored shades
To help her stay
In the frame of mind that nothing much matters

I hate your smell that lingers in my nose.
I hate the feeling of your skin on mine.
I hate my ears and how they're filled with your voice.

I hate my mind for replaying our perfect memories.
And I hate my eyes for watching.
I hate my tongue and how your name rolls right off it.
And I hate my mouth for refusing to catch the sound.

I hate my fingers for remembering the contours of your face.
I hate my feet for walking your way.
I hate my bed for being so big.
I hate this town for being so small.

I hate every book, t.v. show, movie, and song for reminding me of you.
I hate my heart for hurting so much.
I hate my soul for breaking in two.

but
if that stunning smile shall grace your perfect face, if joy will fill your eyes, if your laugh will carry through the air and capture someones attention, and if LOVE will lead you to someone else to find your happily ever after...

**Then I'm happy to say I'll love my hell and all it's warm weather.