I didn’t like the way I was taught to love
so I pushed it down.
I didn’t like the way heartbreak felt
so I vowed to never feel it again
I didn’t like the way I was loved
so I decided not to be.
And it killed me.
Because the need to be loved
never really went away.
I just pretended that it did
I ignored it
as it ate me up inside
and now I’m left with cavities
I’m not quite sure I have the capacity