Aversion Therapy
Did you always do that thing?
Chew that way while you are eating?
Love apparently is blind.
Was your laugh always so strident?
Ill-timed. Too loud. Machine gun staccato.
And deaf as well.
Don’t kiss me with those lips!
Those lips that form those biting words!
Meant only to correct and make me better.
I knew you bit your nails.
I ignored it.
Now I can’t stand it!
What kind of love numbs the senses
To all these things so damn offensive!
When blinder I was kinder.
Now awakened,
Somewhat shaken,
A new perspective taken.
The things we do for love. Or survival. Possibly Sanity. Even less self-respect. Denial by any other name is still denial.
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