Confession

Remember that time I told you
I wanted to talk
I was scared
I was failing at finding
The labyrinth exit
And the Minotaur
Wasn't you
And you could have told me
It's ok
These monsters are scary
And you could have told me
About your own
Troubled navigation
That we are both flawed heroes
But instead
We fucked like possession
We fucked like grief
Like you and us were distinct
Entities and you controlled
The sluice house
You fucked me like you owned me
Like no it's me your monster
And I'm still so sad about it
This isn't really a poem
It's just my confession
I know you won't find it here