For just
a second,
can you not
remind me of
how I'm the reason
you're wilting and don't
feel like yourself anymore?
I'm living in this constant terror
of you finally accepting that I'm only
a burden, checking me off your to-do list
and tossing me into that box under the bed you
showed me when you first told me you loved me, filled
with everything you used to care about. I shouldn't feel guilty
but it's tearing the wall I spend my whole life building
down and now I'm a vulnerable mess, the detour
that got you lost in the first place. I don't
want to feel like a bruise that only
causes you to suffer, but the
pill that takes it away.
Is it possible for
me to be
both?