Poems

“I stopped going to therapy

because I knew my 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.

I’m ok if that makes me less loved.

I like poetry better than therapy anyway.

The poems never judge me

for healing wrong.”




—
Clementine von Radics