Poetry Monday: To Love and Be Loved

I didn’t understand what it meant
To love someone until
I was 26
When I cared for them more than myself
When I wanted them to be happy
Even if that meant
Not having me in their life
That’s only happened three times
I’m not in their lives anymore

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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