I thought there was something wrong with me.
Perhaps my thighs were a bit more padded than you were accustomed to,
and you didn’t like the heavy weight when I sat in your lap.
Maybe it was that one time you seemed annoyed I had dirtied your glasses
and you though I wore to much makeup.
Coincidentally, I might not have looked the same in person as I do online
and you thought the girl in pictures was prettier, and I wasn’t worth your time.
Unfortunately, we were busy and it was hard to coordinate dates
and you thought it could never work in the long term.
I wonder if I was to slow to open up to you
an you thought you were wasting your time.
Or, possibly, I attached too much (when I finally let myself)
and you thought that was scary, and wanted to retreat.
Finally, flesh on flesh for a night
and you had finally gotten what you wanted (or had you?).
Maybe it was too fast, or I was too slow, or or or or or or or or or ……. a million other things.
and I thought there was something wrong with me, but I’ve realized you were just a coward too afraid to say goodbye.