amo amas amate

lovers i’ve loved

& now

can’t remember them

not even names

tho’ i’m sure there’s

a note somewhere

an old diary

scuffed corners notebook

registering the heat

when they left

maybe some shame

as the anger

drove them/me to leave

& then

there are names

carved into my heart

scars on psyche’

from those few

who attached themselves

like twisted vines

made me warped

to leave become strangers

if at times

i can sound bitter

about these sweet few

they taught me

so many things that i forget

what the lessons were

to incorporate them into

this