It's an act of self-mutilation
Breathing in the smoke filled with all the
Hateful and Hurtful things
That You Say
Confirming them in the worst possible
Way.
Where will your
Negligence
Take me today?
You happily throw stones in our
Glass House
as you joyfully gloat over all the things
That You Break.
Why are you
Here?
Why is my heart no more important to
You
Than the hearts of strangers who
Do Not Love You?
If I must argue with someone
Unwilling to listen
and Unwilling to respond
It might as well be my keyboard
Or Pen and Paper
As You.
In truth, my feelings are safer in the
Uncharted Reaches of Cyberspace
than they are
With You.