tension:

there’s been a lot of it.

in the air, in the world,

between my shoulder blades,

forming against you and i.



apprehension:

there hasn’t been enough of it.

bickering and butting heads,

the bitter flavor of annoyance.



worrying about

the paychecks,

the car, the house,

the war of growing up

and moving on,

hasn’t much helped me out.



you’ve seemed stagnant

for months, for over a year,

and you will only tell me

what you want me to hear.

all i want to say is

“get your act together.”

“just actually try a little.”

“it isn’t rocket science.”

“just grow up.”



so, in conclusion,



i’ve learned my lesson

about begging people

for the bare minimum,

so i’m refusing to be

‘the bigger person’

for the rest of this continuum.