I’m sorry I tried to make everyone love me.
I should have been thinking of you:
Your eyes which hold the universe,
Infinity in your mouth, too.
You, in a bad mood, lying on your bed,
Was the landscape I should have explored.
You didn’t speak. I should have seen your silence was wisdom.
It wasn’t because you were bored.
Your secrets were important, so important to you,
I should have loved everyone who knew those secrets, too,
And rebuked myself for wanting to know
What they were. I should have realized a lover, to you, was not a friend, but a foe.
It should have been clear to me it was your loving that was silent, silent, in the void.
That’s why you didn’t text me. I thought you were annoyed.
I should have seen all your actions
Were for everyone, not just for me,
And the biggest mistake of my life was writing you poetry.
