Dear Unsealers,
You misunderstood when you met me.
I smiled. I was witty. I was pretty.
You called me sweet, like it was a bad thing.
Enrapt, we talked until the city woke up.
Perplexed, you’d never lost track of time with someone.
I thought it kismet, dreaming how we’d fit.
You thought it a distraction, star-crossed and dismissive.
You thought I’d negotiate love.
You thought I’d sustain on nothing.
You thought I’d stay anyway.
You thought you’d have it all.
But you misunderstood when you met me.
Just like you misunderstood when I left.
I’m not like all the other girls you’ve dated because I,
I am a woman.