I'll Be Your Mirror

Somedays

you make me so angry.

So angry

I feel I could be so much happier

if I never saw you ever again.

And it's nothing you do.

Usually it's nothing you say, either.

I don't know what does it.

Probably my 

insanely easily triggered

insecurity and jealousy.

I can go from indifferent to

jealous in a half second.

And that's what happened today.

And now I am just 

frustrated and angry

and I feel like I cannot stand

you.

I don't want to see your face

or your hands

or hear your voice say anything.

I am finding the idea of you

to be too much right now. 

Please go away.

Or I can go away.

I think I should go.

I shall go and drive so far away

to the coast and the pine trees

and the tall cliffs and the foggy mornings

and spitting sea.

And I could forget you

for a little while, in the least.

Because I don't want 

reality.

Reality at this point

is being totally shitty.

Go away.