I would never tell you this
not in a million years
let God or thunder or some impossible force
strike me down dead before I utter a word
Before I let a syllable fall from my lips

But,
sometimes
I can't ******* stand you

I can't listen to you speak
without wanting to choke
on my phone
or anything that might be within reach

But I'll never tell you this
because I've foolishly filled your basket
with all of my eggs
and this can't not work
I will not let this die