It's the way I can't say your name.
I struggle to say it and once I do I can only think of the love it carried.
Which is why I instead call you "sat*n" - so there is no way of love finding a way in.
The many nicknames I had for you, the stories I loved to tell.
The way our names would go side by side when people would speak, fit like a perfect puzzle.
Now I go to therapy and speak of my attachment issues and codependency...
But I cant bring myself to tell the story of you, or to say your name.
You're the reason I'm in therapy and yet ai can't explain
To those that are finally willing to listen and help me,
Just why I've suffered so much.
Why are you the way you are?
Who hurt you?
Oh bunny boy, you may have been the third, but I hope you're the only one I have to deal with.
12/04/2020
