Ah bliss! I, the subliminal linguist, can't distinguish this thing that you imply with such meaning. I relinquish my hold and go down screaming.
So, I melt into oblivion because life
is a trivial pursuit I've yet to latch onto, dripping between my fingers
like water through wood cracks.
Is it my own selfishness that burns
bridges between us?
No, it's yours. You stapled a label on me that can't be ripped, stripped, or torn, but I am not your fixer-upper whore.
Does my insubordination bore you?
Tell it to my "commitment issues."
The only issue is I grew faster than you, more masterful than you.
I am not your tamed shrew.
I refuse to be used by you, friendship abused by you and your confusion with your own emotions. I am not an island in your ocean of incompetence.
Frankly, my dear, fuck this.