How did you teach me
to be so angry
at anyone for loving me?

To place my skin bare
and cover up from your stare
don’t see me, I wont see you,
get to the leaving,
or I’ll be leaving

What did you do wrong, out there?
Am I coming home to you
unthreading strands of her hair?
but your sweaters are pristine,
you leave them out for me.

How is love about disguise,
about wrongs and fights?
How did you teach me
to be so relentless?

How many times will I ask,
“what did you do?”
beg you to justify that you stay,
say you love me and it’s okay.

you know how they taught me
to never stay,
hard to grow up empty
and have it stay.