Exposure Therapy is Going Just Great

I don’t listen to her songs
I just can’t
Anymore
Your pain becomes my pain
What’s yours is taken
And what’s mine cannot be given
Hurt holds fast
Too tight to be unwound
It digs deep and stays
Long after it’s dead

I don’t listen to her songs
I just can’t
Anymore
I write about haunted houses
While you read lyrics in therapy
I don’t know the words
But I do know her voice
It rings out in your timbre
Cries out in despair

I don’t listen to her songs
I just can’t
Anymore
I wonder where it happened
And I wonder who did it
I’m always about to ask
Do your monsters say “I love you”
Like mine do