Please love me, although I have loved before.
Please know that even if
I have worshiped foreign hands,
Marveled at constellation eyes,
Shed tears for other minds and hearts
That tore from me some brutal, awesome love,
Know that nobody has ever made me feel safe
For any measurable length of time.
That not one of them ever stopped in the midst of kissing me to say
"You are just so beautiful."
The way you did, Lover,
2
3
4 times,
Just yesterday.
That all the flowers I ever gave them,
All the gifts and poems and artwork
All those things to show my love
Were tolerated
The way the sun is tolerated on a blistering summer day
Because to escape from it would be too difficult.
Know that I always knew that,
Felt it from them,
Felt shame for it.
And no matter how many photographs I have obsessively taken
Of a face I thought they must have molded the face of the sun after in every ancient carving,
Know that she never wanted me to see her.
And that that
COUNTS.
You looking up at me from those white sheets, Lover,
And never glancing away in embarrassment or apprehension
Counts:
Skin
Counts
To someone who has been held at arm's length for so many years.
Kisses count,
And I count them, every single one soothing the ache of the losses I never asked
To suffer.
It is true, you are not my first love.
But never have you pushed me away.
Never have you shut me down,
Never
Have you been cruel to me.
And all this
I find it counts
More than the awe I felt for those who would abuse me,
More than the fear and loss and devotion and destruction that they demanded
And then blamed me for the consequences of.
Although I have loved before,
Please, please, please love me now,
For that is something you can be
First at,
Lover.

You **** me in different ways
But I'd still choose you
Because you break my heart like no one else does

I hope so
I really do.*

I do too.

It's pathetic
How you act like its a good thing
Like he would actually want you
Under a different circumstance
If it weren't for this
He'd never take you back
You're a *****
Always will be,  you'll never change
You'll never be good enough
You see...  Here's the difference
I'm tough
You're weak
You beat on him, called him a *******
But he's not, he don't deserve it
He's not worthless
Now he's stuck with you
But what else can he do?
He's just gotta prove
To himself,  to you,  to me
The man he can be
And he can,  he will
But it's not for you,
It's for something much smaller
And worth so much more
You're not even worth George
Etched on the quarter
Cause you'll never change
You're not even worth pennies dropped on the floor
He's worth more than you'll ever score
Don't be ******* crying
When he walks out the door
Useless pathetic *****
You don't even deserve these rhymes no more