Oh, no.
No, please no.
There is no tolerance left in me for your criticism.
I will yell and throw shards of our wedding glass.
Don’t do that anymore.
Stop looking at what I do with pity.
Stop being with me out of remorse.
Please just stop.
My hands are starting to shake like a rocket before take off.
I will erupt into outer space and create a ozone layer that only you cannot pass.
Every neurotransmitter that retains serotonin has your name inscribed on it.
One day I’m going to get up and leave; even your doorstep will be crying my name.
You’ll just be in bed crying hers.
I was bitter around you because when we kissed, I tasted like cucumbers, but you tasted like regret.
You lit fires in my eyes that only he could extinguish.