I am embarrassed
To have
Ever
Loved her
To suffer
That much
For no reason at all
Is such a silly
And deep
Wound
That was ultimately
Self-inflicted
And now
I don’t know how I am supposed to be expected
To trust myself again
Clearly,
I am not to be trusted
With knowing
What is good for me
I can’t even tell the difference
Between what is
Love
And what is
Poison
And maybe
I am so eager for one
That I am willing to sip on the other
In hopes
That one day
Love will touch my lips.
-C.H.
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