A poem about how pain can feel like it takes over your identity. Written in a flare. Any Spoonies who can relate, please make yourself known in the comments!
For two years, I had the privilege of dating a wonderful young man. This is the letter I wrote him but never sent - redrafted with added years of hindsight (which, as we all know, is 20/20). It's about love, and remorse, and theft, and getting things totally, totally wrong.