The men who
have been in my life
are messy.
Literally and metaphorically.
One drank too much,
has trouble with the law.
The other is bad with money
and he doesn’t
know how to clean.
They struggle with
bipolar, depression
and anxiety
and they looked to me for comfort
but offered little in return.
They aren’t bad guys,
and I see myself in their
flaws
but I can’t save them.
And I don’t want to.
They see something in
me, and I see the potential
they hold.
I think that’s why I invited
them in
but it’s my turn to be
taken care of.
I’ve spent my life helping
others, and putting myself last.
Are men capable of
really being a good partner?