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Psychotherapy.
As always I could taste the bitterness of your words.
I chewed through our conversation and
the end results made everything hard to swallow.
It's been five days and six hours and fifteen minutes
and all I can do is swish around this aftertaste.
I feel your apologies against the pallet of my mouth,
sour and sickening just like I imagined.
The question I continued to ask you was why.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why tell me now?
Why don't you understand?
Why don't you just listen?
Now I'm asking myself the same.
This morning I wrote myself a letter,
titled it dear cliche,
and threw it away one word into the first paragraph.
Nowadays when I speak to you,
subtle stabs at my habits are made even though you share the same.
What do you want from me?
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-02-04 06:50
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| The pettiness, the lack of empathy and intolerance that can seep into us when we live with another, this is all expressed so well - with real feeling. I almost felt guilty, I did feel regret when I recognised myself there. Very nice work. |
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| This is a very impressive piece. Seems to be all about the uncertainty, confusion and turmoil we tend to experience with the one we love, or at leat, feel connected to. There is a great emotional flow evident here. Very good. |
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