he said
"I love you"

and maybe
I should've turned
and looked around

because
it's obvious now
that he wasn't
talking to me.

she didn't
stab me in the back
the way that people
have in the past.

she looked me
right in my eyes
and stabbed me
in my chest.



she didn't
backstab me.

she stabbed me
mid-sentence, when
I was still talking and
still trusting her



and then she
watched me die.

Free from childhood
That no longer exist
Living in the moment
Becomes our gift

Let not the blemished proof of our youth
Hides our secret truths
Allow them to be merely dimples
In your smiles!

Not wanting to talk about something because then you have to acknowledge that it really happened and face it...

Growing up you're always taught the dangers of substance abuse

but no one warns you of experimenting with love