This is possibly
the stupidest idea in
all of literature
“one becomes
forever
responsible for what
one
captivates”
nonsense,
and it was not written for you
(I knew it all along)
don’t steal me
from us
don’t forget there is always
something
beyond you
I was there
(since the beginning)
I am also
entitled
to the blame
and I COULD have done
otherwise.
But why should I
when
you have
the loveliest weaknesses
&
you
have the most
charming
flaws
&
your shivery hubris
was the thing I most closely touched
that resembled love?
Be happy,
dear,
be kind to yourself:
(You’re adorable
when you break.)
don’t be so possessive
about beauty
and pain.