Milk.

I'm Sick

Of the assumptions
Hearing you say words
that forbid me from speaking my truth
and shatter the heart that I
wear on my sleeve

Of the secrets
the constant backtalk and gossip
that places a façade on a relationship
working on itself behind hidden curtains
yet your words affect how I
care so deeply

Of the distance
the only people I connect with are miles away
that no matter how many times I try
I fail with friendships because they are so synthetic
too synthetic for a female with a high emotional intelligence

Of the hurting
The welcoming and the burning
of bridges I toss aside
and tear down over and over again
only to have my heart
torn to pieces.

I'm sick
Of the love I give
Of never having enough for myself
Of feeling exhausted from heartache.