Tina Tran

I hear a small voicein the back of my mindand it is chanting a prayer:__lease don__ fall in love again,please don__ fall in love again.__aybe this time I will listen.Maybe this I will learn.

Teach me how to love you so goodour hearts will be beatingthunderouslyagainst our ribcagesstraining to get out.For so long I have only knownhow to hurt.There are scars on my body likeconstellations. The one on my hip was from when I was sixand I learned my parents were the Titanic and the iceberg.My wrist has a faint bruisereminding me of when I gave myselfto a boy who crashed and burnedand took me down with him.Heartbreak sounds a lot likea slamming door.Show me it doesn__ have to be this way,I want to be proven wrong.Teach me how to love right.