I

Can’t hope to get better anymore

It’s ruining my life.

Wanting to be better

And then others want that for me too and

Then I become a fool

To their hopes

their fears

And ideas

like I haven’t assessed each one, in detail each night as the tears run.

They break because I’m broken and now I’m trying

To put you back together

Maybe, it would have been better

To keep my broken ass inside.

I don’t know in who I will confide

Perhaps there is a place where broken hearts can cry and never fear that another heart will see those tears and think to stop them, or water their fears with them.. find purchase in the possibility of helping .only creating frustration when..

nothing changes.

-🌹

8/21/22