one of those days when i’m livid
not because i’m angry, but sad
to see that i can’t heal you
or to feel the pain you hide
poorly
is confiding a forgone thought
what is it? something i did?
or something i should’ve
what made you feel it’s better
alone
i’m helpless and all i want
is to help you feel like self
you might not realize, my love
but when you push me away, i
die
