Elucidating Questions

It feels like the physical pain I feel isn’t pain I feel it’s pain felt at me.

Every twinge every ache every stab every pulse every

Burn

It doesn’t feel like I burn in the sun it feels like the sun tells me his pain and I feel it for days

If I did it to myself it’s not the same

But this pain, but this pain.

I don’t know if it’s the reverberation of the screaming as it happened or the screaming at me for doing it while

Hurting

I feel so disconnected from me that I don’t even know if it’s pain I cause or pain I caused or

Trying so hard not to hurt anyone I need to know how I could have caused enough pain to deserve

This but

I saw the little things

The echo of actions.

How you sat beside me and said

Well you could have taken it

And then laughed.

Because you know me too well.

You know no one had to know what I did for me to see it in retrospect and regret

It.

Do you have questions when you

Read (past tense it’s read) it?

Backwards or forwards?

No.

Yes.

Can I share your burden?

You keep trying to take so much of mine.