I don't like the words that rhyme with 'throat.'
Mostly because I don't know anything about an oat
I think that a goat probably smells pretty bad
And I would rather swim in the ocean than to be in the boat.
There are more words, I'm sure, that rhyme with 'throat'
The words I want to use, don't.
Simply, I'd like to wrap my fingers around your throat
Hold you down with all the anger you have caused me.
More time passes and I think that I have forgotten how badly you hurt me, inside and out.
I think that I am able to bury or release these thoughts and feelings but I'm not
And some say, maybe it's for a good reason.
Bruises fade, bones heal but emotional scars are the worst.
You are the worst.
Back to your throat, though, I could never sink that low
As beautiful as it may sound, when I clench my fists and grit my teeth, bracing myself for a series of memories that have scarred me forever, I could not waste such energy on you.
I've got my pen and I've got my pad and I've got the words that I use as weapons.
Simply, that's just good enough.