what i never
from my mother
just because someone desires you
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
leaves you starving.
i’ve learned that men will only love you when you are blooming
and not when there is so much wilting inside of you
do not call my voice a waterfall
if you will run the second you smell smoke on my skin
the night you spill your story, i hope they won’t look at you
like you are a mess that,
your skin is table linen they
desperately want to scrub clean