you've told me you are uncomfortable
my words about you are cruel
that poems should not be
dipped in gasoline and tar
left to burn poison flames
but these words are beauty
they are what you've done to me
I cannot find error in a truth
you chose to create
yet you still defend your ******
that I am overthinking
but I am just writing
I am writing pain and aches
and the tightening in my chest
do you feel it? can you feel it?
I write in good spirits
that someone else may read
the writing on these walls
realize that your love is not worth this
the suffocation
I cannot breathe on my own
and you choose
to critique my life support
do not trample a flower you refused
to water
because I am finding a light
your darkness never knew
I'm sorry
but I am not sorry
that you have to be my muse