I'm Not Sorry

I’m Not Sorry

You spoke
of your love
for me
to everyone
but me—
Unless it was
late at night
and you were
drunk off
of your ass
and lonely.

I didn’t believe
you then
and still don’t.
Fuck—
I even heard
from a little bird
that if I hadn’t
been this
uninterested,
you wouldn’t have
lasted
this long.

That’s not love—
not even remotely
close to what it means
to love
another
human being.
Unfortunately
the mystery behind
a made-up word
such as love,
representing
another’s feelings,
Is quite
subjective.

Acknowledge
and move on
from the digression
that was our
so-called relationship
in this snippet of both
our lives.

The chase was
the focal point
for your yearnings.
For I
always
have run,
always will
run
at least
away from
you.
Sorry,
but you said
you knew me.
You
knew
it would
end up
like this.