I Quit Therapy

I don’t know how to be fragile.

I don’t know how to present my broken heart.

I’m not good at healing,

I think that’s the hardest part.

I feel bone weary, down to my very core,

It hurts and it’s tiring, to be so very sore.

I don’t know how to be transparent;

I’d rather hide all of my hurt,

To bundle it up in apology cards

Would feel a little bit too curt.

I feel dramatic, and a little bit too much.

That’s why I’m nomadic, never close enough to touch.

They say to communicate,

Like it’s easy as apple pie,

But nothing’s very sweet

About feelings that make you cry.