because you’ve never seen the kind

of love that picks you up when you fall

because you can’t remember the last

time you saw your mother smile

or the last time your father’s words weren’t laced with venom

because you’ve never seen a home

full of love

all you’ve seen is people leaving so when love arrives you wait for its


you wait for him to get drunk and tell

you how he really feels about you.

you don’t expect morning kisses.

you don’t even expect him to be next to you

in the morning.

you wait for the door to slam shut

not for him to heal your heart.





This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741