a year today

prism

i found you quite by a twist of fate
it surely wasn't accidental or coincidence
the circumstances far too unique to be chance


though now your contradictions nearly constant
you tell me it's okay to be myself
yet seemingly you hate who i really am.

am i supposed to say some of things you've done
doesn't sometimes feel as though you get
a perverse thrill out of hurting me?

is it that you rather i suffer in silence
because that's how you do it
when someone says something that hurts?

would you like for me to lie to you
blow sunshine up your ass
by pretending that it's alright?

do you feel that i don't recognize your behaviors
and that i don't understand your pain
do you even fucking hear anything i say?

or do you simply think of me as a fool
because i care about and love you
for who you really are?