More emotion, less poetry darling;

make sense for once. Don’t quote sonnets to me

about despair that you know nothing of.

This is serious



indeed, a grave matter

has come to my attention. I was

recently killed and resurrected;

shot down and dug up and

hung like a scarecrow for all the black birds

to gnaw at.

I can't see you anymore, you know, they

pecked my eyes out.



This is what anger means, darling,

to drown and breathe and drown

and then to swim your own way down;

to lose sight of yourself, sweetheart:

that’s when you’re good and mad.



The end of all things, darling,

is when your self-control shatters,

and your soul fragments; when you

spiral into galaxies of grievance

and vengeance seems too sweet

not to taste.



Yes, darling, this is when the fury

takes you, whirls you into chaos, breaks you;

this is when you dance with the devil and

the moonlight shines right through you

(because you’re blind, honey,

they took your eyes and left you blind)



So, let me see some more emotion, darling,

less heart. I don’t want poetry, my dear,

I want to see you fall apart.



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Thanks for the comments, I have updated a bit. I liked your idea Mesh - those stanzas were bugging me too lol.