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.