she sat across from me,
asked when i'd seen you last,
"last Saturday" quick response
with unsubtle cringe
at the thought of all the places
i let you roam
"last Saturday" when you
threatened my home
even though i hadn't
given you the keys
"last Saturday" how dare you
just think you could fulfil
your dreams with me
how dare you waste
so many of my 11:11 wishes
because i thought we had it
thought i could build
my castles on clouds and
that they would last
but you were learning love
and i was your experiment.
my psychologist sat
across from me,
as i unwrapped the word "hurt"
and found you in it.
- a therapy session in which my psychologist didn't tell me to "be rational" when i told her the feeling had gone.
- crimsyy
