Other than the poem I read at my mom’s funeral when I was 18, this is the scariest goddamn thing I’ve ever read in public. I am forever grateful to Poetry 719 for creating a safe space at the Letters to My Exes open mic last month where I could rip my guts out and share my deepest insecurities amongst other beautiful kindred spirits without the shame of being judged.

I’ve been waffling back and forth on whether or not to post this, but I trust my tribe. If my experiences help anyone feel even...