If I ever concede it is because I submit.
To your insane ass and single mindedness.
In the make or break of every sword.
That is my life from start to finish.
To dislike you less I must like myself less —
to help you sheerly do the opposite —
it’s not worth it.
Since to you I am locked.
Unless you would love yourself more.
It’s an untested theory that I’m better off alone.
How can I miss you if you never leave?
Like pro choice and other matters of phrasing,
I haven’t the choice to deal with cold weather.
Like a winter cigarette.
I’m gonna keep on hating you.
You daddy’s hands victim.
You tryhard demon.