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

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