It’s almost funny how I feel embarrassed
more than anything else.
I put myself out there
and opened up the possibility of
feeling love towards a new person.
And as exciting as it was,
it was painful too.
I kept getting glimpses of his face,
random memories of us at the Kroger
late at night.
How just 2 short months ago I never
would have believed I would be kissing
another man and feel excited about it.
And now the smallest boundary,
I see as rejection.
Of course he will leave me too,
of course I’m not good enough for
someone like him.
There must be something wrong with me,
since every man I’ve ever cared about is gone.