This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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What's strange is that you were in the background before, so desperate to be in the foreground. Not just a cardboard tree, but the person playing a lead. You were barely even a side character in one of the most prevalent love stories of my life time. And it may seem ingenious or prideful to say, But it's true. I don't even know your last name. Not that it matters, you were just a friend of a man I fucked. Don't act like you know me. Don't pretend to know my struggles. If only you knew the rage that boils with each pot added, and you are unceasing. Please, don't embarrass yourself so much; It's embarrassing to think you pursued me after your best friend and I ended. It's embarrassing to live life that way. It's embarrassing to have heart so shallow. It's embarrassing to be a man like you.
