My migraines help me kill the time
While you squeeze acid in my eyes mixed with sparkling lime.
I can’t stop spinning, crawling on the ceiling,
Looking for a single reason to not lose all meaning
In between the lines you keep feeding me.
(Or is it “lies”?)
Why do you cry when you’re defeating me?
And then you demand that I apologize,
Sometimes call for a sacrifice,
Just to ensure that you don’t get furious –
Because we both love a good fuss
But somehow it’s always me being scolded
About your walls not being golden.
“Honey, pull yourself up by the bootstraps and fight,
The ticket holders really don’t have all night.”
So you roll your eyes as I beg for a chance
To ever meet your highest demands.
You know that I’m worthy,
That’s why you make sure I feel worthless,
You tell me the world will be sturdy
Even if you replace me with a carbon copy
That complains a little less.
But I stay loyal
As I write down your crimes.
No alibis will ever soften the jury’s face during the trials.
You know what you did,
Starting from quiet decapitations you hid,
Ending with loud scandals they threw in the bin.
Because we let migraines kill our time –
But you’re no longer mine, it’s the end of the line.
I hope the sour truth will keep burning your eyes
Until my last memory of your tough love dies.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 