one last time

queer-with-a-pen

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 

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2021 18:20
  • Category: Letter
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  • Goddess of the Mist

    Aaaaw, so sad! I'm sorry that happened but I like how you expressed it here.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      The greatest loss in that relationship were time and money. Just the same, thank you for your condolences and kind words 😁

    • James Michael

      Ouch! Bitterness exudes from this one. Luckily you were able to get out of that relationship. Toxicity, unfortunately, will be part of love. It tends to give a sweeter taste to it when things are wonderful.

      • queer-with-a-pen

        I was very bitter while writing this, and still am. I don’t generally tend to write breakup poems, and very much prefer my love poems. I am very glad I got out when I did!



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