Repression
My mind mulls over the past and asks
what counts? What crossed the line?
The car ride to the movies?
I pushed you away
I told you no
You stopped but acted like it was a joke?
The months after we were done?
Your finger dragging from my shoulders to chest
"You crossed a line. Stop." chuckles
Or was the limit earlier?
The manipulation?
The neglect?
Making me feel guilty for wanting to talk to you?
This poem is about:
Me