cope

young, sad wench

hatred I never meant

misprision 

constant supervision

how could you treat me so?

but I know

something you couldn’t

I know you wouldn’t 

but it still gives me chills

you crawl to me against my will

devised smiles and regret

you won’t let me forget

forget the shaking

forget the aching

the thousands wasted on us

each session I discuss

ways to rid of you, your eyes, your face 

this new hell I have to embrace

but there you sit, existence tottering

and I can finally look in your eyes 

without mine watering.

-j.l.b.