I ask the same questions
that there are no answers for, yet.
over and over
probably two or three
times a week.
It makes my partner frustrated.
He says, " when I have answers I will give you
then you can make your plans."
I go quiet
as manic tornados
swirl, tearing down
tall buildings
in my mind.
I need reassurance.
All the time!
tell me things you like about me?
say five nice things!
Four times
a week.
He brought this up
in group therapy
and everyone
unanimously
agreed,
It's ridiculous for someone to ask such things from someone.
I don't like
my personal life
being a topic
with people I don't know.
yeah, I care what (some) strangers
think about me.
He hangs out
and talks to them
outside of therapy.
they can feed him reasons
to leave me.
My secrets
have been passed
from palm to palm
like a drug deal.
Done in broad daylight.
Slipping a fifty for
a gram bag.
paranoia, I know.
So yeah,
that made me insecure.
This topic was brought up
in a passionate
disagreement.
Between my partner and I.
Coming to the conclusion
I'd stop.
I hate to be the cause of frustration
to the person I'm in love with.
So obviously I stopped asking that.
Both these things and more
make me feel misunderstood.
That my reasoning for this
and that.
I don't lick the red
sauce off a finished plate
of spaghetti.
I'm not greedy
you see.
Just trying to walk with
an umbrella
through the hail storm.
This noggin of mine
roars.
Out of loneliness
from months of no sun.
I'm Alaska at times
six months of darkness
and six months of sun.
no in-between.
I softly ask,
"What else is there,
that I do
which upsets you?"
I
can
change-
for the right reasons.
He hesitates,
saying he didn't
want me to stop
that
those
things
make me
who
I am.
But the
prescriptions
try and
help me to
stop.
Therapy also
aids in this as well.
So why not just tell me,
anything else?
He gives me a couple of
things I do:
"How I take personal jabs at him."
I wonder back to
when did I
how could I
do such things..
and realized I'm the culprit
it springs out
from unresolved
hurt.
To be honest,
isn't that why
we all
do things
at times?
That's why
I spin
and spin
barefoot.
Taking a drag
and a jab
why
my thoughts
can be
a noose
or
a crown.
Let's see
what survives me
after all the storms