But I no longer want to talk.
We started out great friends.
As we grew closer, our bond grew stronger.
We bonded over our traumas,
Over our trans identities.
We bonded over German
And both of our achievements.
As time passed, you concealed a growing hurt.
Understanding your position, I sought reconciliation.
I had no idea the mountain I was willing to die on
Would be the beginning of a mountain I had to climb.
Our balance scale shifted towards you.
I saw you hurting, so I gave more time and energy, too.
Little did I know how much I'd be drained.
Little did I know we'd become estranged.
Your crises came up, and I was there.
My crises came up, and I saw no care.
Still, one more arose, and it was beyond my scope.
I called for help to prevent lost hope.
Little did I know the wellness check checked the box
That finally made your facade snap.
I only realized after that fracture
That bond was a trauma bond.
As calls grew in number,
I became detached by the hour.
As calls grew in number,
I learned to take back power.
I never realized I was feeding the cycle,
That my kindness and understanding were your feast.
Today, I use my right to remain silent.
As I wave goodbye,
I wish you the best for your healing and life.
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