Something

Written on October 13, 2024

Tell me. 

Go ahead and say it. 

There’s nothing you can say 
That’d hurt me. 

There’s nothing you can say
That I haven’t said 100 times worse
To myself
About myself.  

When I was a child 
my mom wouldn’t punish me - 
I told her whatever she’s planning to do, 
I’ve already done 10 times over. 

And she believed me. 

So now there’s nothing that can break me
Nothing that can shake me. 
A super power 
Presumably 

But there’s also a little girl shaped hole inside
And that girl — 
She’s reaching out her hand
To the only one who’s ever been 
close enough
Asking her, 
If this time 
For once
They could just sit 
And play.