Heartbreak

Like the depths of anxiety and depression

Feels so exquisite

Like 1600 volts through the heart

The organ of remembering

His best friend died

Buried six feet in your brain

That you didn’t know how to touch

The space he left because he knew how to feel those things

When I think of how he created me to be not human but his Frankenstein monster

I get a shockwave

Through the veins of the blind unconscious

And not knowing for what instinct

the instinct I never had that I was never taught

Blindly I walk towards you to the warm inner light

And I think

Love is trust

Love is the circle of safety where no link is broken

Love isn’t watching the windows from outside waiting in the storm

Love is coming inside

I can’t let you in dad

I’m sorry