if I had collected my tears
these 21 years
tears shed by hurt you caused
I could fill a bucket
and that bucket emptied out
many times over
could fill this room
and this room filled many times
could fill an ocean
If I could open my mouth
Spitting out toxic bile
poured into me by words you have spoken
It would fill another bucket
then that bucket emptied out
overflowing
would fill every house we ever lived in together
is it any wonder I feel like this now
look around at this
spend the last breath that I will actually listen to
telling me that it was my fault
I am finished crying
finished taking the toxic sludge in
There is nothing about what we had together that I would recognize as love
It was all bile and tears
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