Written by Jacob Ibrag
You asked me to trust you, to vent,
to share my streaming thoughts and memories.
The dimples in your smile took ownership of my
decision making abilities, so I did. I bared it all and
you inhaled me like I was a drug. Addicted, I’d warn
you to not overdose, to pace yourself. ‘Keep going,’
you insisted, wanted every bit of me or nothing. And
when I gave you every part of who I was, you bled
disappointment, ‘is that it?’ With that, you left with
my identity, leaving me a shell of who I used to be.
And for some reason, I wasn’t upset, no. I was
transformed, you took all the bad. No longer
stagnant, I was ready for something new.
Free from it all. Free from me, as if a veil
was lifted. You left me with this clarity.
No longer a recluse, thank you.