more  bitter than sweet
the taste of your words lingers
acrid on your tongue
and as your diatribe continues
it becomes acid tearing at my heart

it appears my dear,your interpretation
of my intentions was so very wrong
what I meant is, so... not what you heard
and now you have begun a rampage
based on a reality that is simply absurd

and the sadness in  my soul,
is compounded by the fact,
that we will not be able to rebound
if you don't stop...
and take hold of the rage
that is spewing from you...
step back...fold

walk away from the table,
before you behold
the ice that is running through me,
ice cold I am,  as you review me
not knowing.. my mold is different,
to what you see... me,
I am not for sale I don't take fee's
I speak my mind...and my truth,
if that makes you blind,
or that makes you uncouth...
I am not inclined to back away from your rage...
this..or any other day....
If you can't take what I say, with a heart of love,
then, honey just walk away....
come back when you have thought things through...
take a day take a few...then come back
and create a discourse,
not based of volume,
not fueled by rage,
suppose what I am saying
(inside of the shell)
....hell...
come back
when you can act you age....