dancing around the jagged glass on the bottom of my shower
i would like you more if all i had was scalding water
I broke that candle days ago, I don’t know why I leave it
i can’t tell if im bleeding from the cuts or if that’s just my period
and I don’t see my therapist bi-weekly but i don’t know what to call it
it’s more of a bi-daily thing, i have nothing left to talk about
She says it’s just to make sure we cover all the bases
She says have you ever tried just breathing, like this
I say doctor, I could cut my foot again,
she says, don’t you get it?
you could literally do anything.
I say doctor, It was my mother,
she looks at me and says, No, it wasn’t.
I say doctor, I’m going crazy, it’s a trigger
and she says yeah, but it makes sense.
doesn’t that make you feel a little bit better?
It was him. Point the finger.
I don’t know if it was him or my mother
but maybe i dont clean up the glass just because
i want to keep on dancing
I mean, my god,
what would I do with my time
if it wasn’t for my therapist?
She looks at me after a brief silence
and asks if I have any other ambitions
other than, I don’t know,
just getting over all this?