Please Love Me at My Worst

by Michaela Angemeer

someone, anyone please tell me why can’t i kick the feeling that we were supposed to be together

sometimes i wonder what life would be like if we had never met if we never collided in this lifetime or learned what the curve of each other’s faces felt like who would i be if i had never held your hand who would i be if i had never been loved by you

i tried to teach you how to love me but the love i needed would have come naturally

some people don’t even have to die to haunt you ghosts

here i am simultaneously all that i’ve ever been and everything i could become