סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

We met for consultation
Of course it felt like another date
and you taught me better
and consoled me as we sat in the dimly lit hallway
For the not so professional decisions I made,
You were once so much like me you said.
You then told me how you messed up
And you looked into my eyes, you sat so close,
And my heart was so full. I craved for you.
I thought your narcissism is paper thin.
Because you also brought me to where I was.
To where I would only come to you and confess my mistakes.
Because with my work you were always so protective and gentle
Even when you were honest and said my interpretations were bunk
You said it kindly, and with a smile and spark in your eyes you said,
“I know you can dig deeper, so go do it. The answer is in your head.”
And when we met I saw that you did not wish to tease me anymore.
You could allow yourself to relax and be less guarded then before
And you asked about my good master, you listened carefully,
You were very invested in finding out if he was good to me.
I couldn’t tell you my life was in ruins
My pride stopped me.
I could just give you a few clues and see.
So what will it be?
I cannot give you up. It will devastate me.
I will just wait for you and hope one day you will be free.