I loved
you
a little.
You were a choice: the tall barman or the tan barman
and it turned out the tall barman had a long-distance fiancé so.
You.
You were deliciously obtuse, that intoxicating sort of innocence that just begs.
It begs.
"Walk me home?"
"Me?"
God, please.
But I was needy I was desperate I looked in the mirror and saw evil, grease seeping out of pores and fat seeping out of clothes and misery seeping out of me
We were the backseat of a car and a McDonald's breakfast date and a virginity but we had nothing to say to each other
we had cold dead air and silent car rides.
You loved me but I didn't.
I think that was our biggest problem.
YOU ARE READING
eleven months
Poetrya collection of 12 poems about the befores and afters of love. some mature themes. ★ 3RD PLACE POETRY: the annual medley awards 2018 ★