The words sting to the core,
As if I am a maggot,
To be thrown out with yesterday's trash.
The emotional intelligence of a teenage boy,
You wrap circles around me with your words,
As I remain dumbfounded
And left to pick up the pieces of the emotional whirlwind that just hit.
Within months you are already moving on.
At this rate,
I will still be processing and resolving twenty years from now,
Midnight terrors and two am ramblings.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© May 2015