I prefer poetry as my therapy
healing wounds I can’t fix
the ones scored along my insides
but when it comes to you
I prefer silence
to the spilling of one more word in your memory
I prefer this nightly insomnia
to the dreams that haunt me when I’m awake
I prefer heartburn from late night snacking
to the heartache of midnight reminiscences
I prefer bleeding out anger until I turn cold from loss
to lighting myself on fire for you
I prefer sinking into my shadows until we’re one being
to avoiding the darkness born of betrayal and hurt
and you
even when I’m trying to avoid it
it seems I prefer writing poetry
to you
I prefer [poem]
