All the petty ways you find
To remind me that I’m never
Going to be more than
The amount
Of apologies I can give you
For the romantic rejection
that makes bitter
Even that for which I stayed,
And still show I care so much.
But I will keep losing
This way.
It’s my fault for saying I’m sorry
For things that I honestly didn’t owe you.
I mourn you.
And things just feel so wrong now.
I’d stayed because I feared losing you.
This.
This is a new dilemma.