The elephant in the room
is hiding in the corner
trying to cover up
her wrinkles.

I don't know
if I should even try.
he will probably be boring.
she will probably
want to move in.

I don't know
if it would be inconvenient
to be held again.
Because then we would
have to text before
and after.
And I don't have time for that
right now.

There is no one left.
I haven't been held
in months.
I need your touch.
I need someone's touch.

You told me not to tell anyone
what happened.
Said it would hurt him too much.
What about me?

Did my feelings matter less?
Why must I be a prisoner,
silent to his crime.

Yes it was crime,
and I, not wanting to feel
victimized
kept silent,
but asked for your advice.
You told me what I wanted to hear,
which was to say nothing.

I wonder how you feel
about your words now.
I wonder if they haunt you
in your sleep.
I wonder wonder
about you and
and all your feelings
instead of wondering
about me.

How am I doing?

I wish you would ask.

He chose him
over me.
You know?
Bros over hoes

I guess

I did not know I was a **
But if I am a **,
I did not think we
were under bros.

He said he loved me.
I said I didn't.
We never spoke again.
I'm pretty sure
he still hates me.