I Stopped Going to Therapy

Because I knew therapist was right, and I wanted to keep being wrong.

I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet.

I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart.

I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp.

I like poetry better than therapy anyway.

The poems never judge me for healing wrong.

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