To, J, M, And Every Other Guy I’ve Cared For

You let these girls
chew you up
and spit you out,
enter their bodies
as if they were kilns,
just so they can mold and shape you
before smashing you with their palms
into a plate,
and feast off
this game.

Feast off your naivety,
your willingness,
your openness,
your trust,
your essence.

And by feast,
I mean tease.

And I have learned too much
about your families
your habits
your insecurities
to let go as easily as I should.

So I will apologize,
for not being your type of fire,
when those who should be saying “sorry”
are the ones who mock your burns.


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