My hands flew open and I found myself
mistakenly trusting someone once again.
It felt like hell afterwards, worse than normal;
I’m certain that this blood
all over my hands
is my own.
Once again I’ve received what I deserve
for my perpetual, hopeful foolishness.
I reset my center, swear, “never again.”
I will no doubt do it again,
accepting what appears to be
kindness. It may even be
intended as kindness. No matter:
I will trust someone and afterward
I will bleed and swear not to bleed
ever again. Every two years,
every four years, I will remind myself
of this as I bleed and bleed.