Was it respecting me, or avoiding accountability? Was it love, or were you licking the wounds of your insecurities? Was it generosity, or guilt? Was it just a game to you? Did you get off on my ignorance? Did my words send you spiraling? How could you live with that anxiety pretending to be something you’re not? Did my authenticity reflect back the absolute devastation that was your state of mind? Did it ever make you shudder? Keep you up at night? I traded one devil for another. I’m keeping my hands in my pockets going forward.