You can’t touch it
Like the gummy pink scar
You nervously run your fingers over.

You can’t heal it
With a kiss from mom
Or a few stitches at the hospital.

You can’t ignore it
Like a tumor
Slowly infesting your body.

You can only try to hide it
Like a hickey
From a crummy one-night stand.

And it never goes away -
It never goes away -
It never goes away -

It will never go away.

Fellow poets,
We cannot be merely strangers, for we share more than a passing glance
We share our lives here

Our true lives

Our deepest parts of ourselves

We know each other better than we know ourselves

It's your poems that inspire me, and my poems that inspire you.

I wish I knew more of you, for if we spoke, I'm sure we'd be the greatest of friends.

This site is called "Hello Poetry", so let's put that name to good use.

Let's say hello, unite, and become stronger than our fears.

Hello
I'm here.
What's your name?

Please forgive me, baby.

I want to go home.

No not that type of home.
Not the type with a roof
And four walls, maybe more if you're lucky.

Ding ****
I go from door to door searching for the right home

How many doorbells does it take to find the right door?

A few of them invite me inside.
"Make yourself at home" they say
But how can they tell me to do that if I don't even know what home feels like?

But no.

I once knew what home felt like.

Home was his open arms
His warm body
His sparkling eyes
His unforgettable smile

Home felt happy.

But then I couldn't afford to pay the price to keep him as mine.

So they foreclosed on my home and snatched him away.

Now I wonder if I'll ever find a new home.

One day I found myself
calling my reflection
names I wouldn't even
call my worst enemy