I remember when I was younger
Like you.
I didn't know what I wanted until
I got it.
Didn't know
What I didn't want
Until
The heavy breathing
And friction of bodies
Eventually
Rubbed a hole in my
Heart.

I left dozens in my wake,
But how was I to know it?
"A one night mistake,
Whatever."
Another person ghosted.

Now I'm in your wake,
Upset I didn't see
That I'm a casualty of exploration:
You didn't really care for me.