I know I made a mistake of setting a boundary
in a friendship that is meant to be free flowing.
I'm not allowed to eat without the nutrients
of your saviour complex.
I didn't mean to be so ungrateful, to go behind your back,
to feed myself when I already told you
I can find the food of life and love just fine.
I thought you would be proud of me
that I could be self-reliant
and I didn't mean to--
"Hush"
I'm sorry.
I found a space where I feel safe and at peace,
where in the faces and places others have painted,
I can see worlds and hearts I've imagined mirrored back to me
in confirmation that I'm alive
that my art can exist here
I wanted to share it with you so you could see this part of me.
I know you're tired, I don't want to make you uncomfortable
But you already know how much I wish to be seen
You assured me that you would help me cast aside my veil
So if you don't mind I --
"Hush"
I'm sorry.
You said you valued truth over pretty lies
My intention was to catapult you to your destination
But I was so eager I didn't check the suspension.
So my words became heavy and spiked
My heart could only smelt and forge these words in a hurry
You needed my help
Or maybe you didn't and I misread your signals.
You used to send so many of these cannonballs my way
I thought that's how we did things
I didn't know we changed tactics.
So I found a softer gift with what I have left
and I know it's not much
but maybe it can--
"Hush"
I'm sorry.
I can't go on like this.
I'm not sure how to tell you
but since you asked
the loneliness around you has become crippling
I know this heart of mine is erratic
It carries darkness and it seems to react to you
I want you to see my light, though it flickers
when the ghost of our friendship interferes.
I don't know which parts of me matter most to you;
the wounds that I'm trying to heal
or the wounds you want to open?
I didn't realise how dark the blood is
But I'm sure if I just let the poison come out
You could see the gold within
I just need you to--
"Hush"
...
I'm sorry.
About the Creator
Miss Riggie
Artist | Writer | Lover | Fighter
Born in Sydney, Australia. I write poetry when the mood strikes me, perhaps a few short stories and prose here and there.
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