She says to me,

control yourself-

Pick one thing

and be no else;

Placate me,

be sense to me,

don’t violate

this, integrity-

I told her to

fuck off.

I wish her best-

Maybe one day

she will go find

that special man

who limits all

and for the sake

of, any insecurity-

I wish him best.

And I’ll be the man

who wages war,

with a hot pink gun-

Spraying bullets

of fashioned fun;

A silver heart,

for revery-

A hallmark box

to call my home.

Post-dramatic bliss.