It’s been awhile since we last spoke. I never imagined that I’d ever be able to write this. but here I am there are a million things i’ve wanted to say to you over the years but as you stand here the words feel like i’m gargling peroxide my mouth is fizzing and it tastes disgusting so i spit it out You taught me how to be small. how to be the needle in the hay sack the back of an earring, the clasp of a necklace I learned how to make every emotion explode and rupture inside. create tsunamis internally until the water runs cold. flood entire neighborhoods, flip houses upside down, while still maintaining a smile you called me a million names except my own and before i thought it was sweet now I realize that my name was something too personalized and individual to me so you had to take that too held my hand through the fire but got upset that i was burning i morphed myself a million times to fit into your world but i wasn’t enough so you tried to morph me. like clay. with your words. your hands. I will never forget the time you hit me. when you yanked my arm. or pushed me off. I have tried to put myself into your shoes a million times but they were too small. You | Sym Cloyd
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