I will spit in her soup today.
Not to be spiteful
or malicious
nor to be rude
or hateful.
But rather because I know..
Because I know it's the only
chance my saliva
has to touch her lips.
A thought I once
believed to be so harmless
which has overwhelmed me
to such an extent
that I can
no longer
bear it.
Why does she torment me?
Her mere presence makes me sick.
Oh how I wish
for just one Sunday
she would get lunch
somewhere else-
Please don't
go
somewhere else
I didn't mean it.
I need her.
Oh how badly
I hope
She doesn't order salad.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
I will spit in her soup today.
Not to be spiteful
or malicious
nor to be rude
or hateful.
But rather because I know..
Because I know it's the only
chance my saliva
has to touch her lips.
A thought I once
believed to be so harmless
which has overwhelmed me
to such an extent
that I can
no longer
bear it.
Why does she torment me?
Her mere presence makes me sick.
Oh how I wish
for just one Sunday
she would get lunch
somewhere else-
Please don't
go
somewhere else
I didn't mean it.
I need her.
Oh how badly
I hope
She doesn't order salad.
