To the men in my life that made it for the most living, even if mostly it was me you all got given.
To the dearly dead mother of a man i so longed to love but couldn’t, yet he shows such little signs.
Even though you claim it you are never “mine”.
To the women who allow you to treat me this way,
karma isn’t the only bitch, when i was the bitch in heat that the dogs laid.
You know me all my scars in all,
but again and again you let me fall.
Why make me feel so loved one week and the next you are no where to be seen?
You blame an illness on why you are so mean, i’m the one sick and you haven’t even seen.
Short poems each about different men i'v grow up with a s a friend or girlfriend.