growing up my mom taught me a lot of things,
but she never taught me about the lies boys carry in their pockets.
she always told me that i will find him,
by him she meant the one who will have my heart forever.
but she forgot to tell me about the lies,
the deceit and the pain.
she never told me that some days would be heaven,
while some were hell.
she never prepared me for the burning that i would get,
the burning in my throat and lungs from the day he left me.

she never prepared me,
prepared me for the expectations of perfection,
she only told me that they would love me for me.
she never told me,
told me that i would spend days in my room crying,
crying because my heart had sank to my knees and i couldnt stand it anymore.
she never taught me,
taught me how to move on,
move on after my love became a never ending boomerang of sadness.

my mom never prepared me,
prepared me for the boys who say i love you with their crooked lips while their eyes wandered.
she never told me how dangerous these boys were,
the ones who always knew what to say.