to be told you are no longer their person,
when you have foolishly returned to a place where you can trust them,
the friend you thought they once were,
now that can reach back to the pain felt when I asked my father to choose me,
and he simply never responded,
now he tells my grandmother I chose to end the relationship,
when in reality,
It's the simple fact I was never worth loving,
now he sends cards birthdays that go unopened or torn to bits,
if you know someone's pain,
their trauma,
their hopeless need to feel important,
why would you choose to hit them in their weak spot,
I've always been told I love too hard,
too easy,
this is why I've vowed to never let someone in,
ever again












