What of it.

when we met you never really made an impression

you don’t have a face that stands out

and this is first of a number of confessions

some of which may fill you with doubt.

you think im so strong and dont need too many things 

that im a punching bag or a mat to wipe your feet,

the truth is seeing you now, after everything stings,

especially when i listen to your problems-i wish you’d be more discrete.

It feels like you’ve taken over my life and most of my friends

im not even allowed to be angry, scream and shout and vent.

all my words and thoughts i say travel to you and hit an end.

make you feel hurt because they get all twisted and bent.

I’m tired of being judged and blamed, but mostly feeling guilt,

i do not want to have anything to do with your lifes compromise, 

im tired of my feelings and in my insides and the empires they’ve built,

Most of all there is something i really despise,

i hope it doesnt come to you as a surprise…

i hate the way your cloudy mornings and thunderous afternoons 

and all your flooding tears and all your screaming monsoons,

calm down so easily after you have spread the havoc and uproar,

after all bells have rung and alarms have been set off,

your quieter than kittens or a babies cough,

you’re sweeter than honey,

quieter than a mouse,

but most of all…

still the massivest cunt i know.