she said she's tired
of putting up with my
undiagnosed sickness,
and frankly i am too,
and now i'm thinking
that she'll enjoy the
smell of my self
destruction.
the remaining gases
and radiation
will demolish her
brain cells and she'll
forget about me
eventually.
i'm sure she
won't miss the sight
of my face
since she's never really
looked at it closely;
put your mask
back on!
she screams.
sorry, i won't open
up to you again.
i'll try pushing back
my selfish needs of
heart felt intimacies.
my smiles will help
her reassure herself
that there's nothing
wrong with me.
