Resentment
Maybe I resent it
because I know
that since it meant so much
it hurts so much more.
And maybe I resent the fact
that this is the most I’ve felt.
Maybe I resent it
because you were a part of it.
Maybe I resent the fact
that I no longer have it
and so I no longer have you.
Emotions
are crippling.
Fringed with everything.
Sewn by nothing.
And I resent that,
too.
