This is a poem of importance

Even though

This isn’t a class look and listen poem.

And

 

This isn’t a simple pointless childish little love poem

I’m not writing a depressed poem

I am

Writing

 

Not about the intimate details of my abuse,

Not about the fear I feel when I see red cars,

Or grey hoodies. Or even about

Him.

 

But about fear of rejection,

The unworthiness I feel,

When I think of

Love.

 

He made sure to make it known he wanted

Me gone if I wasn't right by his side.

Had more say it would be my fault if they were to commit

Suicide,

 

The only way they would

Live is if he had me. It felt as

Though I promised my life away to

Him.

 

People who are clinging desperately

To their lives, are they willing to give it

All away, to commit suicide so

Easily?

 

For silly reasons like having

No reciprocation from a stranger,

Because He did not

Care.

 

I don't want to tell you

Of the times when I

Stayed awake numb with too much

Feeling.

 

I never want someone to feel

The way I did,

Even if He does not love

You.

 

Know that I do.

I may not be there

May not know you,

But,

 

I can still feel your pain,

I can still care,

I can still love

You.