Usness

When you said that thing I didn’t like,
I didn’t like you for saying it.

“Bad person you! Bad!”

For saying that poisonous thing
that means something
something about me.

And that “don’t-like-it” thing
is inside me,
is me not liking.
I don’t like what you said.
I don’t like you for it.
And not-liking-you is a not-liking
nestled in me.

About you.

Nestled in me,
and between us,
coming between us.

When you said that,
I felt an ouch.

Ouch! Every time I think of you.
Ouch! Ouch!

It ouches in my heart,
where my love for you is.

It’s confusing!

The ouch
and the not-liking-you for it
are right where my love is,
where you matter to me,
where you live in me,
where I’m connected to you.

The ouch
and the not-liking-you for it
are right where my love for me is,
where I matter to me,
where I live in me,
where I’m connected to me,
where I want to be
seen, met and loved,
where I am…
the love-me,
the me that is love,
reflected in everyone
endlessly.

And not-liking-you is
is a little scab on my heart,
a little partitioned place,
right where my love is…
for you and as me.

And it hurts when I touch it,
because the love is always there too,
inextinguishably.
It’s the ouch lets me know.
It’s the ouch lets me know.