Headed forbid you discuss things like adults.
What if your life is such that it feels like a crazy quilt, and if you were to pull one thread the entire thing would unravel and destroy your life?
Then I’d say the needless drama the OP is emblematic of is probably the source of your quilt situation in the first place.
You’re far into whoosh territory. Maybe take a few minutes to try and think of what empathy might feel like?
It’s not a whoosh when you understood the point the first time, but the point was just bad.
Sure, I could sit here and think I’m sooo deep and artsy and empathetic for imagining what it would feel like to make the idiotic decision to stew for a night instead of trusting my partner enough to ask a simple question, or I could be a functioning adult and, y’know, not do that.
Hell, if anything, reading this makes me empathetic for the author’s partner. I cannot imagine what that person must go through on a daily basis.
So glad you got it all figured out. /s
Maybe stop being a bag of dicks? Clearer for you? o:
Nothing in the poem says they didn’t. The poem is about how the narrator felt, and their internal thoughts about what they experienced. Whether or not they had a conversation about those feelings and thoughts isn’t included because it isn’t relevant to the focus of this poem.
Poetry often zooms in on one specific moment or detail to highlight or acknowledge. If you’re looking for a full story with context, plot, dialogue, and closure, you’re probably better off reading a book or watching a movie.
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