Breath in,
breath out
I tell myself:
I am strong,
I am powerful,
I love myself.
Breath in,
breath out
There is also a version of
You
that I really like.
I accept that all of these things can be true
at the same time.
Why do you still talk to him?
Why do you let him get to you?
Caring is not a switch that I can turn off
I meditate
but you still manipulate,
and the two coexist perfectly.
The woman who won’t leave is seen as weak
pathetic
insecure.
How dualistic to think that a woman enthralled by a man must believe that she can’t do any better.
Sometimes she knows what else is out there
She lives it
She enjoys it
She basks in it
Without him, she is still awake.
She is still alive.
But still, she casually takes him in like he’s her morning coffee.
Breath in,
breath out.
I am strong
I am powerful
I love myself
But still, I’m energized by
You
always leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
