He is my love,

Yet I am his toy.

He likes me.

I love him.

What do I do about you?

You take my heart and run it through the wash.

As I sit in this tub,

I think of your words.

It is ok that I like you.

You like me too.

What does it mean?

I look at my wrist and pick up the razor.

I put down the razor and get dressed.

You are not worth it.

I collapse on the couch silently crying.

You knock on my door.

I wipe my eyes and open it.

You ask me what is wrong.

My eyes are swollen and red.

I smile big and give you a hug,

Letting years of uncried tears flow freely.

And finally telling you how I feel.