you knew i was host to a tempest in your honor
you knew there was a maelstrom
swirling with your name howling in its wind
tunneling deep
you knew this
you know this now
and still you breeze across my calm sea in blissful willful ignorance
expecting the same ignorance from me
but you know it existed
you know it devastated
that's why i can't forgive you
and even if you apologize now it's too late
i've existed too much for you already
3.1.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romantikklove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
