if you
are just going to
take my words
and twist them
to turn
my own sister
against me
then don't
talk to me
at
all.

i wish i could say
the dead roses
sitting in my bedroom
aren't still there
because they remind me
of the love we had
once upon a time.

i wish i could say
the love letter
folded in my bible
hasn't been read
in months.

i wish i could say
the polaroid i used to have
taped on my wall
is now a crumbled ball
at the bottom of my trashcan.

i wish i could say
the socks you bought me
for my birthday
were donated to goodwill.

i wish i could say
my heart doesn't bleed for you
whenever i see you
with her.

i wish i could say
our song doesn't
send tears
racing down my cheeks.

but i would be lying.

just stop.
don't take my hand
and lead me
into the dark
only to abandon me
and make me
fend for myself.
stay and carry
the flashlight.
tell me
you love me
and make the way.
it's hard enough
not knowing
how you actually feel.
it would be
a thousand times harder
to sit here thinking
i'm you're one and only
when i'm actually nothing.
communication is key.
so tell me how you feel.
tell me if this
is real
or if you don't
want to go on anymore.
i can handle that.
but please
don't take my hand
and lead me
into the dark
only to abandon me
and make me
fend for myself.

confidence.
it's something
i have so little of.
there are days
when i walk
the halls
with the confidence
of a celebrity
in a music video.
and there are other days
when i wish
i was invisible
because i'm just too
ugly to be looked at.

confidence.
it's something
i wish i had
in great abundances.
but i don't.
and i probably won't
for a long while.

i need you

to wipe the

tears

from my cheeks,

and put

bandaids

over the gashes

on my

heart,

and whisper

in my ear

that it will

all

be

ok,

because right now

my hope

has run dry

like a

poor village's

water supply

(although the

well in my

eyes seems

to always

be full to the

brim).