Teach you (a love letter to myself)

I am trying to teach you
not to hold on to boys
that bury their troubles
between your thighs.
I am trying to teach you
fierce.
I don't know,
maybe even strong.
I am trying to teach you
that if no one will warm
your feet you have to
wear socks.
I am trying to teach you
that you're worth more
than 30 minutes of sweat
and not even a five minute nap.
I am trying to teach you
that you don't have to
love anyone back.
That "it's complicated" is
not "I like you"
and everything before
"but"is a lie.
I am trying darling...
But you're stuck in your ways
you cry on shoulders that forget
to text you back.
and pay for drinks you never drink.
I am trying to teach you
that box never saved a man
or fixed him.
That your cooking
never loved him.
that your texts are an annoyance
I am trying to teach you'
that you are worthy of yourself darling.
when will you learn?
when will you know?
Not to find comfort in mediocre boys,
mediocre love.
when will you learn that i love you more?