I Will Not Always Love You
I will not always love you.
This isn’t a Whitney Houston song.
I don’t wish you well.
Your careful escape taught me not to.
I won’t find someone like you.
Your trauma is singular and distinct.
I won’t feel better tomorrow.
It often takes another week to normalcy.
I won’t blame myself.
You are part of a great circle of disappointments,
the kind that leech like wildlife.
I am still worthy of love,
though it will never ever be at the
altar of your bad religion.