Why can’t we accept lies and let go of the truths?
I wanted to un-hurt myself by giving
you the power to hurt me, finally.
By saying, “I don’t want you,”
then letting go of me harshly.
But you deny me
the freedom from this feeling,
from the guilt that I have just might
broken the vulnerability
we were hiding in.
You put your arms around me.
“It’s okay,” you said.
It will never be, I bet.
Sometimes We Are Something 