Day: Oct 28, 2022

We hiss under our breaths on the dirty kitchen floor,

Throwing around some passive aggressive phrases,

And the ones you throw hurt much more.

I am not sure why I spilled the water or why you erased it,

All I know is that you swear you adore me,

Yet somehow you cannot face it.

Your sadness is a color of grey that makes me say “sorry”

Even when you break dishes and damage the faucet,

Even when you find my hurt boring.

Your blue waters allow you to say that you simply lost it.

If I ever lose my temper, you go silent until the morning,

Then hold my self-preservation hostage.

I see it clear as day, and it is you I am mourning

Because these days I am only a jewel for you to polish.

You tell me that my needs should come with a warning.

My chest does not lie, but feelings tend to vanish,

And after all the silent treatment and all the burning

Can you really say my indifference is outlandish?

The day is coming – I finally leave you for him.

You run around saying that I was banished,

But no one listens as you lose your breath and fourth limb.

So, watch your tongue before my heart gets famished,

Do not paint me as just another harlequin,

Do not drag me around like luggage,

And if you shoot for the heart, you better win.

-Jackie