Honest Love Poem

You got my leftovers.
The few remaining strands of love I was able to hold in my heart.
You landed in the ruins of my life,
and put sunlight on the broken walls.
But my defences were too well guarded.
Too many battle scars to allow a graceful acceptance.
I pushed and resisted,
when I should have welcomed and embraced.
I criticised and ostracised,
when I should have acquiesced and relinquished.
I doubted and I catastrophised,
when I should have enjoyed and united.
I couldn't love you.
But I loved you.
And now you are another departed partner.
Another shadow on my future self.
Another reason to stop trying.
Another excuse to be alone.
Gone, and unforgotten.
An addition to the list of wrongdoings.
A painful reminder of my failings.
A final straw of heartbreak.
A poem.

RC 3-4-24