i really, really, really have no place in thinking you're a ******
given the bed i sleep in most nights.
but,
since i'm seeking a convenient justification:
you silently abandoned ship
as if i know how to read a ******* map or shapes in the stars
regrets, resentment, apologies
what's the point
not worth it
i've got more love for you than i'll never know what to do with
even when i'm already climbing the next tree and you are god knows where
unconditional was not a lie.