dear r: ends

dear r: ends

dear r:

i let you hurt me
from the inside out
but now i am seeing
the end of things and
i am beginning things
knowing their end.

i love my own self
with a despair that
astonishes these
pale wrists that
move over this
yellowed page.

i am no longer
fractured ,fragile
or easily loved.

here the ground
everywhere is
decadent with
rose petals.

isn’t that what you
wanted to hear?

i am sorry to dis-
appoint you but
i will not let you
hurt me ever again.

love,

JANEisnotplain 5.09