Emotions- empathy
I’m asphyxiating
Can’t contain the irony
The fact that he loved her all along
While I was jealous and
It’s spilling over like a child. Pouring
too much milk into a tall kitchen glass.

It spills into the crevices
In the floor,
Spreads under the round table
Makes way for the wooden legs

Make a mess, sure
But don’t forget
to clean it up.