oh the ardent words of love’s first passion and
in that same tone
the final regrets
hearing them in layers as you set off
on a new discovery, selfish as it is
absolve one, confess to another, and
the dear promises to several
shall i find peace amidst this outpouring
or will it simply provide another distraction?
what is it that i’m supposed to do when
all i am good at is being adored?
