Does It Get Better Poem by Lumko Msuthu

Maybe if I could learn not to care then maybe the sight of you will be easy to bear. But how can I when I am constantly reminded of the things you said? It is hard to forget how you told me that you resent every minute you spent in my presence, that what you did was declared unfit for a sound mind to engage in without being taken advantage of, and I was found guilty.
We can’t be in the same room without feeling the urge to leave; we change our routes whenever we approach each other and put on our force fields, without the need. I can’t even greet you because I fear that being misinterpreted as clinging onto you, or somehow reaching out to one another, what we promised not to do.
I don’t know whether I am making you feel uncomfortable, but I am forever miserable because it seems odd that I have to keep making excuses as to why there’s friction between you and I.
I have been depleted of the strength to conjure more lies and fake smiles, but if you may and I hope that you can find it within you, to relieve me off this strain, and maybe then I will be able to look the other way, like you do effortlessly, everyday.