bent

it was just weird to hear my thoughts, word for word, spilling out of her mouth. maybe it was the sleep-like state that i was in. i guess it just made my feelings seem a little more valid. and maybe a little less crazy. sadly, it doesn't help my heart much.

we are what we are.
not enough,
and too much.

flawed,
and perfect.

"if i bent, like you said was best, would that a change a thing? you're so sorry about it all, now that it's over. should i thank you for that dear? you're so sorry about it all, and i hope you'll always be." m.n.