I was unprepared for your lack of self-awareness and the way you approach life like a kid running the wrong way with the ball. Sometimes I feel like your mother sending you to your room so you can tantrum. Other times I feel like your daughter when you lay out my shoes as if I can’t get them myself. Talking to you is throwing rocks at a land mine; There is a difference between creativity and indecision. There is a difference between sensitivity and overreacting. You have to find who you are, and stop lifting so many lids. Your anxious energy is clinging to my calm like a parasite Eventually, you need to find a calm of your own take your spinning outside inward, where things are still. I want to help you and I want to escape, because rarely do I feel like your lover partly because I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want your touch, I don’t want your kiss your hands are vexatious, please just let me sleep! I don’t want to gag and choke on your tongue. Just rest for a while, so I can figure out how to do this.