He loves me
He loves me not
Poems I read

Poems filled with love
Poems filled with hate
Poems filled with waiting
Poems filled with goodbyes

Unsure why I read them
Some bring me peace
Most bring me fear

I promised not to abandon
He promised me nothing
He says to stay
I need to go

Alone in my room I hear sounds
Checking the alarms
Checking the doors

Walking alone I hear footsteps not really there
Waking at night shaking and in tears
The therapist's voice echoes in the room
Keeping my promise never to reveal

An unusual soul is me so I thought
Common unfortunately and such an easy mark
A trusting soul with what they call a good heart

I read the poems 
Filled with love and some of hate
Filled with waiting and some with goodbyes
Most filled with shame that this all came about

I pray for the completion and the fear to go away
I look in their eyes and apologize
Your mother has been weak she did not do her job

I return to my den with my cubs at my side
I tell them they have to be careful with hearts such as theirs
Believe in yourself and be careful who you trust
Poems are just words not a beating heart