Workaholic.

I’m too strong to be unnecessary;
it seems a waste of my unparalleled resilience.
If I’d known I could be this disposable,
would I have loved them just as hard?

I found safety in solidarity,
and looked for anyone to help but me.
I accepted the pedestal with far more grace
than your uncomfortable silences now explain.

You stole pieces from my strength
and thought you got away without consequence.
I secretly held reserves of courage,
next to blank pages of next week.

[I loved you, now you’ve lost.]


s.j.s.