I hate hearing
that men
lack the ability to love
She told me that men
think that love is cute
and useless;
that sex is the only gain
we have in mind.
We are desperately clinging
to the playtime
of our youth
keeping
the same
destructive behaviors.
Blowing up
our sisters doll
and wondering why
she's crying.
I cry.
I cry when she's
not there.
I cry when her scent
walks by
years later.
I sob when her skin isn't
against mine;
and I break down
when I'm
assumed to be stone.
I love.
I will love.
I have loved.
I've given my soul
in search of
love.
It was
blown into shards.
and she wondered
why
I was crying.