A poem for each of the guys I've ever loved

i.
You were my favourite 3am
I still think the eye bags
are worth it

ii.
My new sheets can never
compare to how your bare skin
makes me feel safe

iii.
My mum still asks about you
how are you doing
how's things with you & I

iv.
My hands never seem to fit
right with anyone else's
other than yours

v.
I had the letters you wrote me framed
and hung in the darkest
and dustiest spaces of my mind

vi.
I think I need you
more than I needed anyone else
more than you need me
but I'm afraid that's going to ruin things

vii.
When you asked about
what I thought about your haircut
I only laughed because you
seemed to think I would
and i could love you less
because I won't
I can't

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All these poems
they're all for you
there has been no one since you
and even before you