I Wish

I wish I were more patient.

I wish I could express things I feel better about.

I guess I know why it’s shitty being with me.

I guess I understand why she left. 

Or why they left.

I’m too much to handle.

I wish I were easier for other people. 

But I ain’t even easy for myself.

So, I guess I understand why I left.

If not to protect you, it’s to protect myself.

From hurting, inside and outside.

From exploding, destructing.

In that sense, I haven’t changed, no.

Bergamo, 6/8/21