New poetry book, Poem 14

you never knew
(you never knew)
how to love, or how
to be loved

you never had a chance
to find happiness
in the hands of another
(only pain)

[do you love me?]
screams in silence
your soul empty of strength
to ask those four words

by absence or by presence
they hurt you
and now you don’t know
which garden you should walk

get up when they bring you down
only you can love yourself
the best kind of love
and the only one you can share