there are some things
i cannot tell my psychologist
like how I've imagined you
on one knee in front of me
on several occasions
how for a while the only dreams i remembered having
were the ones you were
the star of
how you don't listen to me
the first time I say "no"
how you can't tame your hands
how you try to tame my laugh
i can't tell her that it was you
i wanted to come home to
at the end of a long, long day
how all the photographs of me
never actually happened
because from the beginning
you failed to truly appreciate me
how wearing your hoodie
once made me fall asleep
faster than music
i can't tell her how i
was always the one keeping track of our time
i was always the one
making the time,
cutting the time out
from all the fog
i can't tell her how you always forgot all the things that were important to me
i can only sit across from her
clutching my own hands
and with a shaking voice
tell her that you're
not enough for me
- a therapy session in which i realized i don't want you anymore.
- crimsyy
