Disclaimer: The following poem as a whole does not represent my current relationships or their quality. It simply reflects my fears. Polyamory has been a wonderful, though challenging, adventure full of meaningful relationships that i treasure individually, and deeply. This poem encompasses difficult feelings that have come up in realizing i still have more healing to go through–and that i cannot rely on other people to do the healing work that only i am capable of giving myself. These same feelings would still be here to acknowledge and heal from, no matter what relationship structure. This is my wrestling with those fears, previous wounds, plus societal judgements, and the confusion all these together have at times created.

Bandaids on a Heart Torn Out of My Chest:

New lovers every week, not one considered best.
Bandaids on a heart torn out of my chest.

I must restore my heart to where it belongs;
Back in my chest, even if that makes me long.

Feeling all i can and trusting my healing process.
I will not use bandaids on a heart torn out of my chest.

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