catering to an open heart surgery
barely remembering what it was like to love with steady hands
a mindset just close to impossible to get out of,
nearly enough to fill the pit in my stomach;
freezing from behind two glass doors forever sliding into each other, shattering onto the floor of the living room
you walked into my life the same way you walked out of it–
uninvited, filled with self-righteousness and hardly noticeable,
making me read into everything you do;
i guess i never did learn what it was that killed that cat,
i guess you were no help in teaching me.