No good. Tried to sell him on this fact,
My inconsistence, coldness, history of
Boredom, disappointment, independence.
Didn’t believe me—but, my most recent
Selfish act has shown true what I was quick
To admit to another—seems to sting
more so to myself. Falls silent to me,
No kind words or venting, knew he’d need
More than a greedy, needy little me could offer,
Tried to tell him, sell him, hurry him away
Before he did the one thing I knew he would
But from our first meeting, I was already too late.
Heart stings with the distance, silence
a flicker of my own shame, embarrassment,
Most lovable qualities are also the most
Damaging, destructive, unforgivable.