all of my past loves are wrapped in sheets,
dropped in canvas sacks and placed underground, seeding the Earth
scattered like Regret Trees, who bloom constantly and without fail
I'd honestly rather just forget
because remembering is the death of the day
I tore down walls for you,
offered you all of it
but our dance, no matter how alluring,
almost always ends with one of us stepping on the other's toes
we don't mean it,
we're sure-footed until the music stops,
but I just don't want to hurt you anymore
and I can't continue to feel like this
because I wait in a vegetative state for months at a time, until I can see you again
and I can see that you're more of a priority for me
than I for you
it's fine
I've been through worse
I just really,
love you
