If you promise to stay,
If you promise to stay,
will you really
not go?
I'm not sure I can take
much more heart break.
Am I always drawn to the liars?
The helpless,
hopeless,
and mean?
I thought like attracts
like.
But here I am,
counting crows
and
only snow could
clean my
slate.
At least I have been honest.
At least one of them was,
and I didn't even sleep
with him.
"She's nothing but a sister"
he says.
How sad.
Nothing but a
little sister.
Yet she has the capacity to
eat men whole,
to fight back
to heal wounded
hearts,
and yet... she was right.
She understood when
no one else could.
This poem is about:
Me
My community