Poetry: "One"

One

by Tatiana Wyand

3/22/22

How do I speak my truth

When my truth has teeth

And doesn't nibble lightly

How do I piece you together

When my wounds are still seeping blood

How can I work on the reflection in the mirror

When I know no one's there to hold you as you cry

How can I love you so deeply

And dread every time you call

I thought you were perfect

I put you on that pedestal

I never understood that you trained me

To need you more than food

I forgot that you left me

When I needed you the most

Manipulated me to bare myself to you

Until you saw something you didn't like

Then turned from me

Disgusted and ashamed

I've tailored myself for you

Curated my life to fit your needs

I find myself trying to give you

The love and attention

The love you should have given to me

You were a good one

I know you did your best

You have a kind heart

You have a generous soul

I don't think you know what you've done

What you're still doing

I don't want you to feel

Abandoned and discarded

I will continue to try my best

To give you the love I always needed

As I learn to give myself the love

I always deserved