there's a certain truth
i know that you don't know
—not that you ever tried,
but that just goes to show
the nature of this beast
that sleeps between us.

you act as though it's nothing,
like it isn't even there—
it's only when it suits you
that you ever seem to care
about the toll it takes
to work around this.

why do we struggle to address
the monster in this room
—is it you who shuts the door?
or me who just assumes
that any words i speak
will break...