Ghosts perpetrate us from deep within,
The vision so clearly embellished by the lies we convince even ourselves,
And you ask why your words taste like burned plastic,
Rubbing against the back of my throat,
Burning incessently until the taste you once left,
Is all but burned away,
Deep in a casket with the lies you fed my soul.
thoughts
Ten Things My Therapist Taught Me
- Trust your therapist.
- Don’t make puzzle pieces fit.
- Put your own needs first.
- Your past does shape you.
- Don’t put yourself down.
- Talk up the good.
- Don’t down play the bad.
- Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries!
- Pay attention to red flags.
- Love yourself.
FIVE AM
It’s 5:00 in the morning,
I open my eyes and my first thought is you.
I wonder what you’re doing.
If you still have trouble sleeping.
If the last thing on your mind at the end of the day is really what you say it is.
It’s 5:00 in the morning,
Are you thinking of me,
Like I’m thinking of you?
It’s 5:00 in the morning,
And I will never know.