Not the Right Kind of Love

I thought I loved him at
“you don’t have to say I
love you back if you’re
not ready.”

Patience
is the key to a good relationship.

But he got antsy,
and I choked over the words
I wish I could’ve said.

I thought I fell for the next boy
at “no girl is as
beautiful as you.”

Flattery,
although nice,
is usually not truthful,

The girls with bigger tits
and toned legs
proved that to me.

Honestly, I thought I was done for
when he fucked me
with the lights on.
His calloused hands touched every flaw,
every scar, every blemish.

I loved the feeling
and moaned his name.

He was a good lay,
but sex is not all I need.

I felt myself swoon at
the poetry he wrote me,
written in neat, little stanzas.

‘you are the breath in my lungs,
and the blood in my veins
i love you
i love you.”

I could not live up to it
and I could not keep him
alive.

I’m sorry,
I’m sorry.
I loved all of you,
but none of you in the right way.