Your Balls

It has been raining irreverently for 36 hours and it has no plans to end soon

It’ll be morning again before it thinks to knock it off but at least during this time realization poured too from the sky unto me long enough to stop or at least slow down my use of expletives

For how long we’ll see

I stand drenched in the new-found understanding that you never had the balls to tell me that I didn’t understand you yet you could tell me that she understands you and this confuses me

Let’s not talk about that I haven’t been able to breathe since August and I have fallen in love with the thought of bridges with knives with scrubbing my kitchen floor using my tears with metaphors to protect me and others from the truth that I don’t see the fucking point anymore

Whoops

Changing the subject clearly she’s empowered you

A thought that makes me happy for you

And for your new-found balls

Of Arc

Expletives why
In ode, you broken thing

Like a Lego on my footpath
In the midnight of my life

You the sword of Damocles
To my unsubmissive heart

Did you plan to steal my shoes!
Had you thought I’d have no clothes?

Away, most ruinous
I’ve long kept you at bay