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.
