you are the last one of your kind
who will torment me
who will hurt me
who will give me only crumbs of love
that falls from the high table of your heart
whiles you feast on all i have but gave
you are the last one of your kind
who will come in
all dressed with smiles and cuteness
wanting to know me
eager to understand me
how i am moulded
how i formed
you are the last one of your kind
who will see me
my flaws
my vulnerability
my shame
who will hear
my story
my past
my fears
you are the last of your kind
who i will let have my number
call thrice a day
ask if i have eaten in the morning
ask how work is going on in the afternoon
ask when i am sleeping in the night
you are the last of your kind
who will text me early in the morning
use words like dear, babe, darling, honey
you are the last one your kind
who will give me pet names
like rainbow and turquoise
and make me forget my real name
you are the last of your kind
who will merit this opportunity
to drop a call from my mother
hang on my best friend
ignore simple dates
close a book
just to gather all the time in this world to
talk to you
and hear you
as you whisper things into my ears
you are the last of your kind
who will buy me a gift
i will struggle to put on
because i am afraid
i am going to hurt you
if i tell you pink is “every”
woman’s colour but not mine
you are the last of your kind
who will know my password
my bank account details
my last transaction
my menstrual cycle
days i am ovulating
days estrogens are high
and progesterones are low
days i am cramping
the quantity of blood i am shedding
the intensity of pain i am bearing
you are the last of your kind
who i will let into my home
cook for you
sleep on my bed
tell your stories
make you laugh
read you poems
you are the last of your kind
who will inquire of my dreams
my visions and aspirations
but with no intentions
to believe me
accept me
encourage me
motivates me
cheer me
you are the last of your kind
who will raise my hopes
and drop it dead
you are the last of your kind
i almost gave up all my dreams for you
i almost had a permanent tattoo inscribed
on my mind that i wasn’t good enough
not worthy of a healthy love
not worthy to be sacrificed for
not worthy to be saved
not worthy of grace
not worthy of healing
you are the last of your kind
how i wish you were another
somebody
other than my own self
how pathetic
but i should be worried
especially now
two women have
come to live here
one is the last of her kind
All people feel some degree of stress in their life at one time or another, but an emotional breakdown is different.
When pressure begins to overwhelm an individual to the point where her professional or personal well-being is compromised, symptoms of a nervous breakdown may become apparent.
https://www.everydayhealth.com/emotional-health/recognizing-emotional-breakdown/