On The Couch

What’s worrying you today,

He asks.

Everything,

I reply.

Compulsory Appointments

I’ll
see
you
now

Room
number
three

So,
what’s
the
matter

Don’t
fucking
ask me!

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

The
pain
is
buried
so
deep

She
said

I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
surface

Then
let’s
just
leave
it
there

He
said

Breaking
your
heart
again
isn’t
worth
it

Can we
leave it
there?

She
asks

As I
cannot
take
much
more

You’re
damn
right

He
replies

As he
edges
towards
the door

Head racing
a million
miles an hour

Heart
pounding
the same

So many
appointments
to make

So many
lions
to tame