India LaPlace

Difficult to Love

I am not the kind of girl
Who will lie about my feelings
To spare yours.
It’s a lesson my parent tried to teach me,
But I picked up on so few of those.

My thoughts, my feelings, my emotions
Are kind of like projectile vomit;
That is to say,
They are out of my mouth before I can close my lips.
My thoughts, my feelings, my emotions
Are also kind of like swords;
That is to say,
I don’t always think before I speak.

If I did, I might have learned
To edit my words
To spare your feelings.
And if I’d learned that,
My marriage might have survived.
Or, at least,
Maybe my dad wouldn’t tell me
That I’m the kind of girl
That’s difficult to love.

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