Poem about sleeping with someone new while your still healing

I didn’t mean to make you

feel like a mistake

when it was never you

I was unsure about.

It was me

standing in the middle of something unfinished,

holding onto a love

that hasn’t quite let go of me.

And still, I reached for you.

Not out of emptiness,

but out of softness,

out of wanting to feel close to something real

even if I wasn’t whole enough to hold it right.

You deserved clarity,

not someone half-present,

not someone whose heart

is still echoing another name.

And I can imagine

how it must feel

to be touched by someone

who later questions the moment.

But please know

you were never something to regret,

just something I wasn’t ready

to fully deserve.

I’m sorry

for the confusion I carried into you,

for the warmth I gave

without the certainty to protect it.

If anything,

you were real

and I’m the one

still trying to become that.