mouth of a lion

truthfully
i hate your
annoyance
and the motions
of your hands
when you flutter
like an
angry hornet.

i despise your
wretched voice
and that
horrendous laugh
that breaks down
the world
like an earthquake.

i simply loathe
the way
you must insult
everything
that i have done.

i realize
that i am not
perfect.

admittance
is more than i can bear.

my claustrophobia
is
terrifying
for me to
live with
and yet you
continue to
bring back the
horrors of
a broken past.

can i say this tonight?

future future future
tense.

i refuse to
tolerate you
any longer
than i have to.

(i claim this;
i am a rock.)