I get scared because I’m alone, not because you aren’t here. I get scared because the night is lonely and things like love get lost in the darkness. Someday, my child will be scared of love, pained by love, and I’ll tell her the story of you, my first love. I’ll tell her how you shredded my insides, and blew my faith to pieces. But i’ll tell her that I thank you, because these lessons in pain are lessons i had to learn. My skin needed to learn to grow armor in place of softness.
January 20th, 2012 Tags: writing prose poetry life millennials
