I know you because
I am you. Because
I have felt your pain
when it was mine,
inflicted by someone
I loved and trusted.
Who gave me her
heart for a minute,
then betrayed me.
My trust. My life.
I have suffocated
and drowned and
pushed back
memories. I have
lived afraid and
broken and
tortured by
thoughts of what
might have been,
could have been,
should have been.
I know you because
I am you. And I can
love you like no other.