My Conditional Confidant,
The way you critique the words on my breath
I diminish in wondering do they smell unpleasant?
Trying to prove blue when merely pale and grey
should I feel ashamed for having an ordinary face?
Impulsive, self respect’s spent.
Is low level intimacy a precursor to quality’s death?
My Conditional Confidant,
I embody the fears you engendered in me
a generational gap of self fulfilling prophecy.
Teach me unfounded dread,
I’ll find it a reason every place I seek.
A learned avoidance of assertion through opportunity,
you blame it on my being so meek.
My Conditional Confidant,
I am short and growing shorter
with every sold idea I feign having value to me.
I purchase them with currency woven of the bits of her
you help bite off continually.
Within this conditional self defeat
I’ll get her back-
I have a secret;
I’ve kept the receipts!