RE:Loving My Therapist?

Through her eyes
I see that she loves me
But not in the manner
I want and need
So I continue to bleed
Privately
Cause the image of manhood

Was forged by and taught 

To me by the
Men of Bethlehem Steel and the
Pick axes of West Virginia
Coal miners
No matter what they
Created with their hands
Vulnerability was not
One of them
They taught me
To keep things simple
God, family, loyalty
Believed and perceived
In that exact order
No room for chaos
Order must be maintained
At all cost

Through her eyes
I see that she loves me
But not in the manner
I want and need
So I continue to bleed
Privately
Cause I understood
The images of manhood

I listen closely
I hear the Freudian Slips
Falling from her lips
I see her lips move
She loves me like a
Project an object
Something to
compartmentalize
Conceptualize
Visualize
Theorize
As I realize
That she loves
Me like a guinea pig
A lab rat
That she can test
Her theories on
Basing her PhD
On me
My insecurities
My vulnerabilities
Are why she loves
Me
Any urbane soul
Needs to be whole
And rescued
I am not confused
When I openly choose
Euthanasia
To kill the situation

I was facing

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

why is it that sometimes our therapist is the person we need most, who understands us most, who wants to be there for us most, and yet that is what we really need and don't get from our significant other.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

the bad part is that my significant other and my therapist were one in the same.....big mistake...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow it's like " i need to talk about you to you"--- that could be awkward.
and cost a lot more money and heartache per hour.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

lol..the cost is, was and still is costly as it is costing me more grief and heartache