in the name of, the
sobs
and, the
screams
and, the
sinof attraction
in the name of, the
sobs
and, the
screams
and, the
sinof attraction

i don’t know how i got here
i can’t even pick an outfit, style my hair, or order a meal
without thinking about your approval
your passive aggressive remarks
a simple dagger to my chest
making me question every step, every word, every sentence.
what would you do?
what would you think?
for once i want to question: what do I think? what do i want?
with my answer not being clouded by your constant remarks
but how i can blame you for my own codependency?

i imagine happiness like a warm bath
no matter how you twist or turn warmness comforts any anxiety
until slowly the water chills
you’re left shivering in cloudy liquid
wondering why you thought it would last forever