You have built your barrier with your back to me
And I’m half grateful on the other side
pretending I’m not crying.
Because I’m always crying.
And that berating, disengaged
Is like fucking NAILS
on a God damned CHALKBOARD,
your words make my skin crawl.
This is not the person I want to be.
This is not the person I want to give to you.
But you are not the you I want to receive me.