tell me

Black woman in brownish gold strappy top, staring out of window with her chin resting on her fist.

they never tell you

that heartache aches

like this.

they never say

that heartbreak feels

like an open wound.

no one says

that the emptiness of grief

fills you all the way up.

they don’t tell you

that you’ll feel the hurt

in your throat, on top of the words.

they don’t warn you

about the violence

in your stillness, surfacing memories that are dust now.

they don’t say

you’ll grow deeper depths in pain

just to feel it all over, everywhere.

I wish someone told me

that heartache aches

like this.

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Jenn M. Jackson, PhD

Black, Queer, and Radical | Political Scientist | Abolitionist, Writer, Organizer | I podcast at www.thatblackcouple.com | they/them/Goddexx