Not a day goes by
that I don’t wish
I could have been what you wanted.
I wasn’t Monogamy
or Hierarchy,
but I wasn’t casual either.
No, I loved you,
all of you, each of you,
with all that I was.
I shared secrets,
my dreams, my soul,
but with many.
It still hurts
knowing you loved an idea
when I loved you for you.
I die inside
remembering your pain
even if it was inevitable.
For no one
should have to pretend in love
or live a lie.
You were beautiful,
you still are,
our incompatibilities aside.
Forgive me, loves,
for loving in the plural
and breaking all our hearts.
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 11:23 AM UTC
Not a day goes by
that I don’t wish
I could have been what you wanted.
I wasn’t Monogamy
or Hierarchy,
but I wasn’t casual either.
No, I loved you,
all of you, each of you,
with all that I was.
I shared secrets,
my dreams, my soul,
but with many.
It still hurts
knowing you loved an idea
when I loved you for you.
I die inside
remembering your pain
even if it was inevitable.
For no one
should have to pretend in love
or live a lie.
You were beautiful,
you still are,
our incompatibilities aside.
Forgive me, loves,
for loving in the plural
and breaking all our hearts.
