– Rapid Emotional Movements –
Each night as I sleep,
I keep my dreams of you
held with one eye open,
because the reality
of facing you each day
has become a nightmare.
In my haste to form
your illusions of perfection,
I instead become
a clear and present danger
to myself and to others;
I falter and react to you again.
Holding these sacred tongues
can be even more painful
than speaking in lashes.
I am done with my patience
for your rapid emotional movements.
I am done with fighting to win
what is not a battle between us.
Discard me as you will,
like the broken shards
of your selfish reflections,
for I will only hurt you more
by trying to hurt myself
when you have gone away.