Sorry. Poem by Kristle Briones

Loving you was my mistake.
Every step closer
felt like walking into a locked room.

I memorized your laugh,
your scars, your silences—
all of it for someone
who was never mine to keep.

I wrote letters I never sent,
dreamed of spaces we would never share,
and smiled when you spoke her name,
because I had no right to interrupt
her place in your life.

This love—
it was honest, but it was stolen
before I even touched it.