In the beginning
you would tell me,
“you make me want to be
a better person”.
And I don’t think either of us
thought about why
you’d need someone else
for that.
Right enough, though, eh.
Since the more I withdrew,
at the end,
the less you tried.
And, with that statement
having handed me
the reins
around your anger,
it could be my fault
when all its horses
broke loose
and ran me down.
But, in that wild stampede,
you forgot
that I was raised
by the untamed.
And
I know them.
They’re barely more than
terrified, sensitive animals.
But, also, that if
ten years plus
was not enough to earn their trust
and calm them,
we can be sure
that they
never were
mine.
(…And that horses
are fucking expensive).
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