I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you turned to me for relief for relief from your emotional agony.
I'm sorry I couldn't listen to your sobs and pat your back I'm sorry I couldn't be your rock.
But what you don't understand is that I cannot allow every inch of me to be consumed by you.
I absolutely won't remind myself of your vulnerability because if I do I'm afraid I'll see mine too.
And every tear that slips past you I notice in the subconscious part of me that's breaking down too.
If I hold you even if it's just for a moment I'm afraid I'll break myself and become foreign to me you see I forbid myself to feel.
But emotions are white elephants and cannot be ignored I wish I could share my soul .
But I can't even breathe without feeling guilty for wasting the air.
So I breathe in and hold my breath just so I can feel as if I deserve it.
Now do you see I can't be your glue because I'm incapable of sticking I drift around like a plastic bag in an empty city and all I do is contribute to global warming.
YOU ARE READING
The Things That Hide In Our Souls
PoesíaAn anthology of poems that I've written over the years.