Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Again

Again, somehow, I find myself alone

wandering the streets with no one to call home.

I thought you could and would be the one

until I counted up all my friends and found none.

I told you, as I smiled, that I supported your decision

but it still feels like my gut and your fist had a collision.

Everyone has left me for no reason at all

adding to my list of faults, ever growing so tall.

I smile and lie and say it's okay

when inside it's anything but; it slays.

So I fall to the floor, pretend to be glad

that I can't fall for you, I can just stay mad.

I sob and laugh and ask myself why

I see more scars than I have friends tallied on my thighs.