I do need to keep some bitterness wrapped in my heart,
lest I spend too long staring at your jawline and cheekbones
and begin to forgive you.
There will always be a hard pebble of resentment lodged in my stomach
so I do not begin to fall in love with you.
You protected yourself by pretending to want me
when you still loved someone else.
I will protect myself by swallowing a few seeds of hatred
that will grow into a creeping tangled vine.