apology letter to a love poem

i’m sorry i couldn’t share you with the passion i carved all my love for her into. i’m sorry i drained your heart. and i ripped out your bones before disintegrating them

i’ve blinded you of all you saw in her.

i told my friends she was my muse. perhaps that explains this love; i treat her as a museum piece, untouchable, undisturbed as a shimmering pond, as loved as a million dollars can be.

i was scared i loved her for my touchstarvation. or my heart being too tired, confused what is romance and what is my heart being a heart.

sincerely,

your poet