There are moments where I write something that is purely reactionary and also from a core place of pain
This is one of those writings
I have said
' I feel'
So.many.times
'I need'
Often
Broken record often
And it's a grief
To see
And see again
That you CAN'T see me
OR hear me
Truely
For so many reasons
The complexity astounds me
Overwhelms me
And you tell me
It's all about me
Accusations
When I try to speak about it all
And I quietly inside
Die a little more
Knowing beyond all shadows
It can never really be about me
Because in this world
Your heart has been so wounded
It holds itself so close
Every action towards me
Is a supreme sacrifice
You feel almost heroic
And I feel gone
Stripped
Gypped
Exhausted
Sad
Completely hopeless
And that
Is good
Because seeing what is
That brings clarity
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