Emotional Labor
Please, don’t build up the moment. You love to climb a wall of worry. Destroying everyone in your orbit.
You always wanna talk too late, after your actions.
You did wrong but insist on putting the weight of the situation on me.
It’s been a hard day and I’m on the end of a long line that keeps stretching. I’m in a transactional relationship with everything else, and it is exhausting. I am no one’s number one. Right now I’m looking for someone to make my world smaller.
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Relatable, honest and straight to the core !
“I am no one’s number/one.” is such a devastating statement. This entire poem packs a punch.
“It’s been a hard day and I’m on the end of a long line that keeps stretching.”
Oof. Been there.
The poem is honest and relatable. Another great write!
Yep, speaking my language:
It’s been a hard day and I’m on the end of a long line that keeps stretching.
Boom!
I empathize with the long line that keeping stretching… Also, overstretching yourself to concede or compromise, perhaps?
Also like “climb a wall of worry.”
I like that you used make my world smaller as something to achieve/obtain, a positive light on the phrase, as it typically is used with a negative connotation.
such raw emotions- thanks for sharing
I really appreciate the directness of this poem, Jeremy. When you let yourself say exactly what you mean in this no bullshit unadorned way, you are extremely powerful and compelling. More of this please.
I needed this comment, Kevin, thank you!