I tried to have a talk.
I was too hostile.
To listen too.

I tried to text.
I was, I guess.
I was just too much
To hear.

I had too many reasons
To many actions unnoticed
To be worthwhile.

He offers an olive branch
Of physical comfort
And I am too upset
To take it.

I want to torch it.
I want to throw it's ashes

I want to kick
it's too much ashes
Back in his face.

Inhale that,
See thru it
Then come chat about ***
You ****

If he's reserved himself
Blind to my pain
Then so be it.

I did try.
Ash won't hurt
As much as I have
For these weeks.