it’s going to be a fucking difficult day
i still cheer up tremendously when we communicate
even though it’s only to argue
and the hours between are discordant
like rot on a dinner plate
and the fact that she communicates
even though it’s only to argue
but here is ugly
i cannot continue
my emotions swerve
like rot on a dinner plate
like a body on a gibbet
in a swirling storm
one or the other
i’ve said a dozen times
the other
she’s said a dozen times
but everytime i try to go there
she stops me
i cannot stay here
either accept me or reject me
one or the other
together or apart
one or the other
close communication or none
one or the other
i cannot stay here
swirling in a storm