September 10, 2020Missive

Psychotherapy transferred

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Psychotherapy transferred

You act as if you know

Asking about process

Demanding an answer

Acting out in front of strangers

As if I was beholden

When I thought we were

Doing a role-play

Do you believe transference

Is self-evident

Abreaction is poetic

Everything we say a defence

Against psychic pain

Even when we orchestrate

The interaction

Perhaps you operate on a first-strike basis

Which suggests you rush to judgement

Do you fall in love with strangers

Wish for happy endings

Believe Bambi was a story

About domestic abuse

Think we are soul mates

Because we are both human

How do you think it will end

When the nights draw in

Will you peep through the curtain

Look for a chink in my armour

Wait in the dark with a torch

Hoping we are of one mind

Life is more complex

Than an improv night

At a local comedy store

When should you dry up

All you need to do

Is walk off stage

We all run out of lines

Nobody is the perfect article

As you seem to believe

When you say you love me

Because the words

Touch your soul

We can all be selfish

But narcissists wrote the book

Make no mistake

It takes more than insight

To build a future

More than a sweet smile

To unburden a heart

In torment

More than understanding

To know someone

Better than they know themselves.