I saw it was a longer poem, so I've had it open for a while waiting to get in the head space to read it.
I started this poetry sweet and benign
But as I composed it something changed in the mind
I kinda felt that as you were going. It started out like things were repairing and going well, but then it took a turn. Feels like things got taken for granted, then escalated, now numbness.
Isn't it strange how much can change while we talk about something. I've started to just stop and think about something else (if I can) when I get too worked up. I don't want to spiral, so I just stop. I'll revisit those thoughts when I'm ready. :)
Yes, my “something else” is writing. This makes for good reads and has the reward of sharing with you guys and girls.. plus I feel better after writing about it all
And you get to work on your writing, so you don't get rusty, plus you can get rewards when people vote on your posts. It's a pretty good system all around! win-win-win-win-win-win (I don't know, I lost track and just kept going...)