the un-loves (journal 3/4/14)

You are a charity chase.

The definition of love, backwards:

UN-LOVE: 

the contagious anxiety, 

a fear of roller coasters 

and stomachaches that bleed blue 

and texts that never got replies, 

and art pieces that all look the same 

and you are not allowed to be lonely because 

your eyes don't water, 

they just can't stop being wet.

And God thinks you're beautiful.

But 'LOVE' is too afraid to agree.

For those who are swept under the rugs:

"Do you know how happy you make me?"

"Do you know how sad you make me?"

For me:

Stop telling people the truth

pity is not beauty

you are under appreciated,

but overpriced.

Go to bed, darling,

he doesn't love you.