“I have no idea how to pronounce your last name”,
He says,
And I giggle uncontrollably with the absurdity of his declarations,
Mid-conversation,
That have thus far left me stranded.
“I have a huge crush on you”, he had begun,
Only days before, mid-transaction,
Mid-workday,
And I blushed and stammered an
“okay?”
Two days later we found ourselves lost in his car,
His rantings quiet yet heavy,
As we transitioned from workplace to diner to bookstore to my apartment,
His nervousness apparent throughout.
Regrets run through my blood,
They flow in and out as I try my best to just breathe.
But everything is rushed and boys fall in love with me constantly,
And I’m left to wonder what I’ve done to trick so many souls
Into thinking that I’m a decent human being.
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
All these vulnerable hearts,
Their owners present them to me like food for my BPD on a silver platter.
And I consume, greedily, like the ravenous soul that my own insecurities transform me into.
But I don’t want to hurt anyone.
The days following the nights before,
My lungs clench with the knowledge that
Another boy likes me. Another person is attracted, attached,
Willing to spill all of their secrets and confessions. Willing to share all of their wealth and their love and their respect.
And I reflect
On what little I have to give in return.
A person spurned and burned by many,
Abused and used, brutally taken for granted and
Taken advantage of,
The love and trust I have left to give is
Few and far between.
So I lie in my bed, lying to myself,
Equipped with the knowledge that I have made another mistake:
I have allowed a precious heart to fall for me.
Only this time, this was a bigger mistake.
How will I face him at work?
His, whose secrets now lie locked behind my eyes,
Spilled only in confidence while I cuddled this morning in bed with my best friend.
How will I see him in an hour?
He, who is, technically, my supervisor.
What will I say to this tender heart
Who loves me so dearly
After only a month.