the talk

him: ... hello?
her: hi. i know its been a while. i have something to ask.
him: okay. whats going on?
her: um.. this is hard. *breath* is there any chance between us? at all?
him: ... why do you ask that?
her: i need to know
him: well... i... i dont know. at one time i hoped so. very much. but now we are living different lives, we are with different people..
her: i know. i am talking future tense. ever?
him: i just dont know...
her: my boyfriend. he asked me to marry him. and i want to be with him. i love him. but..
him: but what?
her: but i need to know about you.

bad at love

i am bad at love
you may think you can't be,
but you can. and i am.
bad at love.

it always seems i am the last
to move on
or to move forward
or to let go.

i am always
hurting those i love
loving those i shouldn't.

please don't love me.
it won't end well
for either of us.
because
i am bad
at all aspects of love.