There is a blank page in front of me its been a while since I wrote to you
Sometimes I think about what you would say if you saw the progress ive made with communication I like to think you would like my glasses the only thing better would be shark glasses I wonder what you would have thought about me being medicated if you would have been proud of me
But thats not the person you are is it and thats why we are where we are "anonymous" harassment and fake concern If I had better communication we wouldn't have lasted I would have been harder to manipulate And you never cared about what I wanted or liked i wasnt allowed to not eat pork so I dont think you would care about my glasses And the medication that was just a way you wanted to make me easier to manipulate right? That's why you insisted I take medication that wasn't for what i was struggling with
There is a blank page in front of me I havent written anything for you in a while It felt pointless but sometimes I think about
writing to the person I thought you were the person I loved
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