r.h. Sin

self-talk.

some of the most honest conversations

I’ve ever had

were in a room

occupied by just me and my own voice

all for self.

be good to yourself

you’re the only you

you’ll ever get

i blame your mother

for not building

your self-esteem

and encouraging you

to be a queen

i blame your father

for not loving you enough

to keep you from

searching for a love

in men who couldn’t

love you

so many evenings

alone and lost

afraid of the loneliness

struggling to survive

who were you before the aches

of a broken heart

who were you

before the world decided

to tear you apart

a father’s rejection

damages the soul

of young girls

all the way into the pits

of adulthood

she could be chaos

she could be peace

all depending

on how you treat her

oversized sweaters

and large coffee mugs

the leaves are falling

in love with her

she found heaven

in a bookstore

she got lost

in the pages

to the girls

with wild hearts

may your souls

remain free