Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Dear Beloved

An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.

I.
I am still sorry.
I fear that you were just the
first in a long line
of men I will be
all too willing to bury
my loneliness in.

II.
 Now that I’ve figured
that you wronged me, I am not
ready to forgive.

III.
I loved you more than
you knew, but you were still right:
it was not enough.

IV.
I have learned what the
infinite tastes like but
I still haven’t learned
that people can’t be
 fixed because they aren’t broken,
or that I deserve
better.

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