I’m sorry
that I fell in love with you.
I promised I wouldn’t - you promised too.
I truly didn’t mean to, at all.
Today, you told me you missed someone
and I had never
heard you speak her name.
No, it’s not okay because you keep
things you love tucked away like a
loose piece of hair. Do you love her?

She has to have patient, selfless, love spilling out of
every single pore.
She has to love
the world enough to make up
for your hatred of it.
She has to be gentle, and tell
your sister she’s more beautiful
than all the Birds in Paradise
and your mother she’s the best chef
she’s ever met, and she has to know
not to mention your father
and not try to fix things that will
always be broken.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
because I know she’s not all
of those things
and that no one will ever be able
to deal with how much you hate yourself
and your family, and how everything you try
to love ends torn into ****** shreds.
I’m sorry that she won’t stay because
you don’t actually know how much force
you use to push people away.
I’m sorry that the only reason
you stopped kissing me goodnight
was because you promised you wouldn’t.
I’m sorry.