I used to think you were
the sun, the moon, and stars
I used to think you had the power
to piece back together the fragments
of the last thirteen years of my life
I used to think you were the answer
to all of my life's questions
including the ones I hadn't thought of yet
Now I know the truth
you were a fake
with a shrink-wrapped heart
that could never grow to hold my trust
because of the Saran wrap it was covered in
You took my heart in your hands
and touched my soul with your words
You breathed hope into my life
and then
you decided I was incurable
you decided I was incorrigable
you decided I was Humpty Dumpty
After he fell of the wall
You told me it was for my own good
the day you had me committed
you told me it was the only thing left
you told me it was for my own safety
you told me you were doing it because you cared
You are no longer the sun
or the moon or the stars
you are the dark night
that threatens to swallow me whole
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- Dear therapist... by RechercheCadaver.
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Comments
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Again, your closing lines hold such power.
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Hmmm, I understand the sentiments expressed here, seems to be about being disappointed in the shrink, that the shrink was expected to fix everything. The lines "I used to think you were
the sun, the moon, and stars" are a bit overused. Would have loved to see some fresh images, something less general, like what sort of a moon did you think this person was. Adjectives can help bring clarity and make an old image seem brand new.
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