I Become the Problem He Can Name
A poem
A poem
His need for validation
Fills the space between us
So I don’t tell him about the creeping
Shadows hanging over me
I stroke his ego with one hand
And use the other to tuck
My depression into my back pocket
To wait for a better time
The vast wasteland of silence
In my head is a place on a map
He’s never visited
Yet, he doubts i…
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