She called me foreign
And treated me so;
Left me caged and cornered,
Nowhere to go.
In some distant land
We are hand in hand;
Petals on a rose,
Together we doze.

But here’s the thing. The thing is that you’re annoying, yeah? Like, I’m just saying, it pisses me off to talk to you. Pisses me the fuck off. I let the frustrated tears run down my face after our call because it was simply just so frustrating, because I knew I wasn’t respected one way or another. One way or another I would tear my hair out, one way or another; fuck you. If not for what you’ve done, then what you will do. Fuck you.

After our call, I dared to hope;
Loosened the noose, tore off the rope.
Call it inane or call it fate:
I message thinking it’s not too late.

Fuck you.