
I fear,
I’ve only known dirty love romantically
conditional, experimental, dangerous and unsure
Attempts to invalidate the environment festering at the entry way door
distracted
fleeting
cold
wrong place, right time, again
Fears
Tears
Years
Recourse unattainable
communication undisputedly smeared
how to care for me in question
My purest intentions would have been reflection, mirrored.
I’ve only been dirty love romantically
Insecure
Short tempered
Wayward to a fault
Tangled in what I thought I meant to you
And it will kill me, in truth.
Letting go has made it disgustingly clear
I loved you more than me quite thoroughly
And I am unfortunately the living proof.




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