You did it again
You got in trouble
Because you were desperate
5 years clean
Your streak is now broken
You couldn't stay off the ***
Now you're effecting me
Him
Us
You said you could do it this time
You could be a good mother to him
You ******* up with the first 2
But this one was supposed to be different
You were supposed to do it right
5 years clean
You were 5 years clean

You have a history
You realize that right?
And because you're a liar
Because you're unsafe
Because you're a thief
Because you're a criminal
I can't trust you
And I don't know
If I ever will

Now all your actions
Are coming back to haunt you
But its not just effecting you this time
They effect me
And him

And this is it
Whatever that judge says
Is going to change everything

He may be your son
But my brother
And I'm not going to let you
Ruin his life
I don't want him to grow up
The way I did
Different houses
Different people
Never knowing where you were
And then finding out
Your behind those bars again
Because you were desperate

They may be watching you
But so am I

I'm broken.
You have my heart.
I have given you everything.
You gave me love, but left me the pain.
I have nothing left.
I wish you well.

All these poems about love,
And kissing,
And falling for someone.

It seems as if I only write poems of heartbreak.

Excuse me sir, but
"Heartbreak" isn't metaphor
It's physical pain.

we all make the main characters
in the stories we write
have blue eyes
if ours are green
brown eyes
if ours are blue
and hazel
if they're grey

just so that
no one can tell

whose secrets
line the pages
in our favourite font

I asked myself, how can love hurt this much? It's like we throw ourselves with our eyes closed. Except we don't actually throw ourselves, because we have no control. That's it, love orders us, and we don't handle it. We don't have a choice. Love may carry us to the heights that take our breath away. Love may push us to the depths of my heart not saved.