History is distorted to fit the facts, not the other way around.
Loving you was like
Watering dead flowers
you take all my poems and you lock them up in little drawers, then tell me to open up but I can't find the words
Your desire to live a long life stems from a desire to leave an indelible mark on history, for otherwise, like an ant crushed to death by an unrepentant human, your insignificant life will be forgotten by all.
I let myself be recognized more for my failures to seize opportunities for personal gain by doing things that my betinoirs wanted me to do, which benefited them and a large number of others, than for not doing things that benefited no one.
So many poems
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
With your dream of a family, children, and a happy home, you defused my exploding dreams.
I fell for it because it seemed within my grasp.