How embarrassing it is to know
that you are walking around
thinking you are
the world's greatest lover because
I loved you.
Because of
how I loved you.
You were not great to me
not as a lover
not as a friend.
It is so embarrassing that I loved you
like you were.
My love,
I advise you to make yourself
look better
by leaving out the part
where you promised me
you could love me
the way I loved you.
I have enough
grief
hatred
love
for you
that when you tell our story
the rest of the world need not
join me in emotion.