don't tell me you love me
when you mean to say
you're going to rip my heart
right out of my chest,
and crush it right in front of me

don't say that you care
if at sight of my scars,
you decide
that you can't handle me
and that you need to leave

tell me the truth,
that I'm not worth it
and that I don't mean enough to you
for you to remain
here with me

                                                                   h.a

Some day, we have to stop blaming everyone else.
Our father for leaving.
Our teachers for not letting us be kids.
Our sister for needing more help.
Our mother for not giving more.
Our friends for not understanding.
Our exes for not being gentle.

Someday now it's time to woman up
Get in charge
And **** all those external influinces.

You have so much in your hands
They have nothing over your happiness.

My desire for the feel of your skin on mine
Is so strong I'd do anything for it even
If it meant nothing to you because
Even ottomans can feel your touch but
I know you will never love an ottoman.

I've tried to write a hundred poems
since the day you left.
I've tried metaphors and spoken word,
But it seems that all I have
Is books filled with i miss you's
And a title i feel sad
How do you put in words
The empty feeling of this bed
Has there been named a word
For craving something that's not mine
I don't know what the fase is called
Between ****** up and fine
I know it's not depression
Humiliation, suffer, rage
The poem to describe this
Would just be an empty page