Vent

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.

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