I tried to write about how you made me feel,
But I have no pretty words to tell the story
Of how you gave me hope,
But left me hungry.
I tried to write about how I thought you loved me,
But I know no eloquent way to describe,
How you stripped me of my layers,
And I didn’t think I’d ever cry.
I’m trying to write about when you called me beautiful,
And then left me, vulnerable,
Waiting under a canopy of possibilities
Branched from that hope you gave me.
I’m writing about the time you gave a broken girl,
And left her feeling hopeless.