Save it for the next fool standing in your line..
save it for the next fool who wishes to lend an ear..
I no longer dwell in your shadow..
not this time..

Spare me..
sound words I once spoke, fell on deaf ears..
and now the tides turn..
spare me, I wish not to hear..
save your breath on someone who cares..

Sacred space I attempt to create,
doesn’t take great lengths, for you to obliterate,
I could build a thousand walls,
it takes one lecture to knock them all down..

We couldn’t be further apart..
it saddens me to think..
what air was left in my tank..
sank, now running on fumes..
all this choas you weave in your looms..

Splatter to fruition, in wicked bloom..
interlacing all appendages, lying in waiting
to pull me in two..