Whispered Wanderings

I thought she was like me.

The fault of my projections,
I suppose. I don’t know. I mean,
Psyche is kind of a weirdo –

Making us play games when we don’t mean to;
games that end up being hurtful;
not meant to be fun.

And where did it get me? Where did it get
us? Ah, but there never was an us,
was there? Despite how my heart
stubbornly insisted that there was.
Turns out we are nothing alike. But

I thought she was like me.

klm
8/16/24