sitting across from you
your furrowed eyebrows
fierce words
shaking papers in front of my face

tears running faster from my eyes
and slower the words come
lost in a jumble of anger

and then it stops.

there across from you
I find that I know more than you
about the things you’ve seen

you’ve lived with your eyes closed
and I’ve learned to open mine

you’ve lived scared of all of it,
but I’ve figured it doesn’t all matter.

and now I know what it’s like
to not mind much
about the things you say

and now I know how it feels
to let the knives of your words
go only skin deep

and now I know how it feels
to mend my own bruise

and now I know how it feels
to catch my own tears

and now I know that you’ve taught me
much more than you meant to

lessons in love and life

money, too.

and now I know how it feels
to put it all behind me
and start out new

and now I know how it feels
to forget about the question
that sometimes haunts my mind

I know what it’s like to forget your cold heart.

and now I know how it feels

to just let go.