Treat me like a therapist
Until you feel embarrassed
Tell me you talk to me
Even more than your new wife
Act like it's a compliment
I know any good doctor would
Say that's unhealthy but
I am afraid of your reaction
So bite my tongue, and I listen
And then when you tell me
I remind you of your ex
You really mean I remind you
Of the one who got out from
Underneath your sweaty thumb
Unable to be controlled
And that just kills you
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 5:31 PM UTC
Treat me like a therapist
Until you feel embarrassed
Tell me you talk to me
Even more than your new wife
Act like it's a compliment
I know any good doctor would
Say that's unhealthy but
I am afraid of your reaction
So bite my tongue, and I listen
And then when you tell me
I remind you of your ex
You really mean I remind you
Of the one who got out from
Underneath your sweaty thumb
Unable to be controlled
And that just kills you
The History: He talks to me any which way he pleases. I have accepted the indiscretions, in addition to his displaced and covert professions of love. He is higher on the food chain and I am not afraid to point out his weakness. He is wholly unreliable and hates that I know, or so it seems. He is quick to anger, the closest external contact I've had with sociopathic tendencies. He lies for his own preservation, he ignores risk factors, he disregards others' experiences.
I struggle with some of the same issues. I identify them within me and work to change them. He has influenced me to be a better person so as not to end up alone as he has, comparing strangers to people of his past and allowing his bias to control every interaction. Sad from someone who's had such a long time to get it together. I sense, regret.
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