the drama begins

that which he doth not understand....no. not like that. like me. again.

You're so dramatic!

yelling, fighting, belligerent fights.

am i a magnet for this?

those who wish to try and satiate my yearning for completion.

oh yea that's right...i'm a feminist i remember.

you don't understand so you sit and point the finger.

i am not claiming to be a poet.
no
i am not claiming to be an artist.
i neglect all the i love...
for thinking and worrying about you.

then one day said no.
no more shall i tire my friends ears with complaints of a fickle mind.
no more will i allow disrespect to run my life.
no more sleepless nights...
wide awake pretending to sleep
when 3 am he arrives..
if at all.

and sensitive and delusional...
believing i lie.
small things...
and then refusal
disgust
you're a piece of $%^*
and not my love...he says.

and stuck.
i am not.
staying not sure why.
someone who believes they are nothing
can never relieve their will to die.

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