it's a compulsion
this ache to please you
to make you happy
to not make you unhappy.
a compulsion.
i can't stop it
even when it's wrong
even when it's stupid
even when it makes everything
so much worse.
this compulsion
keeps me up at night
whispers in my ear
all the stupid things i have said
or have not said
to make you happy
to not make you unhappy.
and you sleep beside me
blissfully ignorant
until tomorrow
when all my work
comes crashing down.
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