Poetry Monday: Better Off Alone

I dated a girl
With Borderline Personality Disorder
I cared about her
And I thought she cared about me
It didn’t work out
For multiple reasons

Months later
I thought
Did she care for me
Or did her disorder
Make her think she cared for me
If it was the disorder
Did that mean
I took advantage of her
In that condition

I felt like
The biggest
Piece of shit
On the planet
I didn’t want to be
That kind of person

I didn’t have sex
For four years

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.