spell it out.

it’s not romantic. nor love lost. it just is.
it’s not the end of the world. and it isn’t a travesty
because it never was
love.
but i feel small. and ugly.
and naive.
i wanted something enough to be blind.

but guilt is heavy.
chains that sink.
me.
holding you accountable would be a watery grave
because i am the only one who feels
bad.
it was my love. and my mistake. and my loss.
and thus, my internment. my laying to rest.
now
walk
the
plank.
sink
or
swim.

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