The Effect He Had On Me

my trees and his stardust his summertime and my family his soul and my opinions on the outer cosmos I asked him about all of these things I asked him about me he assumed I was vulnerable, and desperate, and so naïve he assumed so little yet so much of me he assumed I was tormented and tainted, tenacious and trivial he assumed I was naïve I asked him to talk to me about his philosophy and deepest fears he assumed I stopped writing poetry, that I was incapable of empathy, that I could not stomach his music anymore, or even love again still, to this day - I would deny it all. I would deny the effect this man had on me.