me, myself,
and I
the beloved
trinity
of my
dangerous
safety
me, myself,
and isolation
I grieve
with gratitude
the comfort
of your
corrosion
my, myself,
and ill
I resent
how safe
you make
me sick
me, myself,
and itinerant
I love
how quickly
you get me
nowhere
me, myself,
and irate
I fear
leaving you
means
leaving me
me, myself,
and you
it’s me,
not you
whom I dare
not trust
me, myself,
and us
I dread
its death
by independence
or by codependence
me myself
and infernal
I want to live
but to live
you need a self
but to have a self,
I’ve learned,
you need to isolate
but to isolate
means
to
poison
that
very
self.
me myself
and help
damned,
it seems,
if you do,
damned
if you don’t
me myself
and I
hope I’m wrong.