One.
October,
confession,
rejection.
Honesty overcomes discomfort.
The telling is arduous, the questions
unanswerable, and I leave
crying.
Two.
November,
confession,
acceptance.
Handwritten pain and vulnerability.
I expected to hurt but instead felt free.
For me, acceptance is the defining factor
in love.
Three.
December,
confession,
emotion.
My sins have left me unclaimed.
It's hard enough losing myself
without everyone else losing me too,
but they do,
and I cope.