there was no way
you could have ever met my demands
deep down
i think i made them impossible on purpose
deep down
i think i cared more about
being right
than
being loved
deep down
i was a weak
fragile
insecure
little man
counting on some fleeting symptoms
of Stockholm Syndrome
to keep you
dents
the shape of my fist
in your refrigerator door
a pile of wax and glass
from candles smashed
against a wall
threat after threat
to keep you afraid of leaving
because i was always afraid you were going to
terrified of being alone
incapable of trust
made me
a
shitty
person
i see now
you never left me
you escaped me
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