you made me feel
like i was hard to love
and that’s something i
can’t find it in me
to forgive you for
after all, what good
am i to you
if there’s no sex?
seems like the answer
to that is a naive and
generous $400 and that
hoodie you stole from me
i told myself that if you
were happy, that was
enough for me,
for 5 fucking months
and what do i have to
show for it?
a last dinner together
that you were 40 minutes
late for, that i ate alone,
which is ironically the best
meal i’d ever had with you
and i think of you
years from now
doing to another partner
what you did to me
and in the midst of this
anger and hurt, i pity you
because, dearheart
when it comes to lasting love,
selflessness, reciprocity,
and symbiosis
your cup doesn’t
runneth over
it just runs out