To the men in my life that made it for the most living, even if mostly it was me you all got given.
To the girl i did not tell.
You found the emails.
I’m sorry that your boyfriend/fiancé found warmth in my bed.
Muscle massages that worked so well.
He would show up and make me happy, when unwell he would mend and mind me.
His lips binded me.
It happened a few time’s and i’m so sorry it did, but his attention made me feel needed, i was so greedy, its so hungry yet now i don’t feed it.
Short poems each about different men i'v grow up with a s a friend or girlfriend.