Growing up, I learned that love
sounds a lot like the slam of the front door;
my mother's eyes rolling and my father's frustration.
Growing up, we watched them kiss once a year
on Valentine's Day, right before they went back
to calling this thing between them "regret."
I am learning from my mother.
I date boys that want the worst from me;
call me bitch like it's my first name.
I'm learning that love is a one-way road,
and when they ask me to jump,
I will always see how high.
Mom, I'm learning.
I know this is really love this time
because I fell just like you.
I'm just like you.
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoetryBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...