TO THE MEN WHO MADE ME CRY
I’m writing to you with a broken heart and bloodshot eyes
You had many reasons to justify why I was wrong and maybe you were right;
I’m too emotional, I’m too needy, I overthink too much, I’m just too much…
You were all different but somehow your reasons were all the same.
It made me wonder and maybe even believe that I was the problem.
I sit in a dark, cold room; my eyes soaked with tears, typing this out in the hopes that all the feelings I might still have for any of you will leave my heart and only live on in this letter.
I loved you, all of you.
In different ways but somehow still the same
I loved you desperately.
I loved you to the point where I was willing to change who I was and who I am just so that you could be more comfortable.
I told myself to speak less or make sure I said the right things so that you could compliment me on my intellect or on the way I spoke. Maybe if I sounded smarter, you would take me more seriously.
“Don’t cry so much, pretend to be tough and not so emotional. Don’t show him it bothers you ” I would say
Don’t be so needy;
don’t touch him unless he touches you first,
don’t kiss him if he doesn’t initiate,
and don’t hold his hand in public, you know he doesn’t like it.
Don’t show him it bothers you.
Dress nice, for him.
Show some skin.
Show less skin.
Be sexy.
Be coy.
Listen when he speaks.
Take his advice on everything,
He is smarter than you are anyway.
Be less.
And on and on it would go.
You all made me cry and none of you gave it a second thought.
You took a bit of my essence, piece by piece;
you filled yourself up with me;
moaning and groaning in my ear when all I wanted to hear was
I love you.
I see you.
I will cry it all out here in this dark room,
In the hopes that when I wake in the morning I will be cured of my stupidity and naivety.
You hurt me. All of you.
And yet, I still reached out
While you continued to throw rocks at me.
You continue to make me shed tears to the point that my eyes are flooded and I can no longer see the screen in front of me.
I thought I had no more tears left to cry but my own heart lied to me.
I am hoping that this will be the last.
I will not do this again.
Hurt myself,
Over
And over
And over
Again.
How do so many different men have the unique ability to make one person feel so undeserving of love?
How do you become part of such a brotherhood?
You speak to me with such contempt.
You wear your arrogance like a badge.
It is not in my nature to hold grudges,
I have forgiven you all long ago but I can’t help but wonder;
Were my lips so bitter pressed against yours that you can now no longer say a kind word to me?
Was I such a horrific sight in your eyes that you can now no longer look at me without disgust?
Was the love I shared with you so terrible that the memory of me in your life now detests you?
What was so appalling about me
that you had to treat me like yesterday’s trash?
To the men who made me cry,
I sincerely do not wish you ill; I pray peace over you but I also thank you;
because now I can tell the difference between real love and
what you made me believe was love.
And it is certainly not the same thing.
















