it was very rude
of you to crash through my fucking window.
you could've used the door
but you thought it'd be cool
to break my glass
and perch on my ledge like the bird you aren't.
i wish you were a parrot
so instead of kicking down the walls in my head
you'd just
repeat,
repeat,
repeat.
but you're a black belt in karate
so it was the most fun thing you could think of.
i hope,
really, really hope,
you don't like bringing the bad news.
i hope you don't revel in the feeling
of my face drooping akin to a dog
and laughing your stupid fucking laugh
at my miserable misery.
i couldn't even fight back
because what good is
a flimsy thing like
feeling too hard?
eventually,
you patted me on the back
and left.
and all i could do was stand there and look idiotic.
you fucking moron.
