is one of those nights
I can't fathom
how you hate me.
It's not that
I don't see how.
I go through
periods of hating me
often enough to know;
it's possible.
But.
Allowing myself
to believe you hate me?
I won't. Maybe I can't?
I trust my brain:
we need each other.
2:55 AM, July 13th, 2021
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