Hearing that song I’m brought back to that bed
where you’d been whittling wood
making an elephant if I remember right
At that time
over half a decade’s moons passed
to be precisely particular
I was falling in love
not realizing how the song
would come to bring chills of finger tips to my body
touching me and my space without my permission
But that song doesn’t touch me the same way anymore
much like how your violent gestures have stopped long ago
leaving me in an empty room that I’ve come to fill
with framed photographs and objects of love in action
From People I’ve regrettably hurt along the way
waiting for them to lose their patience with me
in some sick self-fulfilling prophecy
I know now that, after what you did to me,
I wasn’t always the easiest person to love
with my scared silence and irrational fears of being yelled at
or worse
always testing the boundaries to see if this person was just
going to be like the monster you were
But everyday I learn more about myself
and I Know How Lucky I Am
to know you wouldn’t even recognize me today
and I’m so glad
you’ll never know anything about me anymore
