Her every word rides on the breath of disrespect and negativity,
infecting me like a virus, it spreads,
and slowly the life-force of my heart dims
swallowing my once optimistic nature
I come to a crawl
slithering like a snail,
destined to the endless tortures of her well aimed daggers.
I begin to think, that even death’s speed would be kinder
than enduring her heartless motions.
I used to be happy, I would smile, and could have fun.
But now, my every attempt
is cast in the tar of her selfishness,
and my contentment swallowed in the abyss
of her lack of appreciation.
It is here,
with these words,
I find a temporary escape.
Through poetic release,
through these keys,
for a moment
I can breath again.