she tells me about the way you talk about me behind my back
after all these years of me pointing out to you that your words leave the deepest of woundsyou should be more careful with your words
she tells me all kinds of things
as if it wasn't quite enough with what I've already got
as if you weren't paying for the therapy I get to heal the wounds you've leftyou don't ask me about the things that matter
you don't ask me why I do the things I do
you only tell me what to do differently
how to do things your wayI guess I love you the most
but you've also hurt me more than anyone I have ever known
YOU ARE READING
infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poesíathings I wanted to say but never did