There was a song you used to play
every chance you could in the car with me.
The lyrics painting a picture of a woman
trying to help a man with his demons.
Collecting all of the “bugs” that
still haunted him to give him
the perfect evening.
Hands gripped to the steering wheel
your gaze looking straight ahead, I wonder
if you ever noticed how closely I was listening.
I noticed your suffering long before
you became close to me.
I worried for months about you before
I attempted to give you my empathy.
When I finally felt safe enough to try
you took one look at my gift and
crushed it with your apathy.
I wonder if you’ll ever understand
how deeply you hurt me.
I wanted to be your bug collector
until I realized you, yourself,
were a leech.
-Liz
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