four, four, four
you were once my favourite
of them all
a safe spacebehind my back
you gave me trust
confidence in myselfbut you screamed in
agony
utter devastation
and betrayed me
like it was nothingyou were once my favourite of them all
nowadays all you do is push me to fall.
YOU ARE READING
THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose