I can do this on my own.
There are lies I tell myself so I can survive
The harsh winters of my life.
But I don't lie to you -
So you have two choices, here.
Understand that I have to start,
Or promise me I won't have to.
Reasonable Proposition
It is not so bad
being apart.
I've done it before
It's not worse
Just different.
More space.
And that makes sense
You're not ready to commit
And that's fine.
But,
look,
when you leave,
I promise to let you live your life
If you promise not to regret me.
Uneven Trade
I am starting to believe that I
am not a good person
to fall in love with.
I don't know how to moderate
These Feelings
without medication.
And so I sweep up into a pile
all of the things I think we want
as if we can have all of them at once!
That is a mania-fueled delusion
Which happens when I breathe too much of your air.
It becomes someone else's job,
then,
to clean up after my messes,
to group the many parts of our lives
into cans and cannots.
I don't know how to sit with cannots.
I don't offer a lot
other than occasional sex
and being good at having children
(And I will also lecture you
about the plight of women and the
working and non-working class
and stay up late, too anxious to sleep).
Unfortunately,
that would not be enough
for anyone I might fall in love with.
bite the bullet
Going through a heartbreak
Is like ripping off a cheap bandaid.
The worst part is knowing
That you will have to get it over with
And rip off a layer of skin
Exposing what is raw underneath,
Eventually.
When it happens, it is over quickly.
Humans heal.
But we don't want to.
