Embarrassed

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.