Round 27 Poem by Lorene Kinsey

No good. Tried to sell him on this fact,
My inconsistence, coldness, history of
Boredom, disappointment, independence.
Didn’t believe me—but, my most recent
Selfish act has shown true what I was quick
To admit to another—seems to sting
more so to myself. Falls silent to me,
No kind words or venting, knew he’d need
More than a greedy, needy little me could offer,
Tried to tell him, sell him, hurry him away
Before he did the one thing I knew he would
But from our first meeting, I was already too late.
Heart stings with the distance, silence
a flicker of my own shame, embarrassment,
Most lovable qualities are also the most
Damaging, destructive, unforgivable.