
Trying to figure out
who this version of me is
She feels like a stranger,
but I think I might end up
liking her
-gws

Trying to figure out
who this version of me is
She feels like a stranger,
but I think I might end up
liking her
-gws

The mostly dead tendrils of my heart want so badly to reach toward you, like water, when you say you miss me
They forget you are the drought that caused them to lie shriveled and desolate in the first place
I must always remind them of that
-gws

I hate that I can be so self-focused So rude I forget to say hello I forget to ask about Your children Your health Your work Your spouse Your fur babies You I often lose track of the polite things to say or do When I am task-driven I forget we are both human I forget that our relationship Is more important than my question I do not commit these omissions purposefully I get distracted by the illusion of urgency So I beg your forgiveness I plead for your patience I promise to try harder To prioritize connection And make space for us To see each other -gws

Self: Why are you doing this?
Me: What do you mean? Doing what?
Self: Really? You are not THAT oblivious.
Me: Stop being bitchy, and just say what you mean.
Self: Why are you putting up with this bull shit? Why are you allowing someone else to place their misery on you?
Me: I don’t know.
Self: How can you possibly not know?
Me: Look. This was not what I thought I was signing up for. This was not how I expected to be living. THIS is not what I wanted.
Self: Yeah. So what are you going to do about it?
Me: I don’t know.
Self: Well you better figure it the fuck out, because I’m sick of the shit you put up with.
Me: So am I