A fish on my side
Yet to the pond I seek
A need for secrecy and sly
From someone fond of me.
I don’t need you standing over me, macho-like when you’re frustrated with me. You don’t need to raise your voice above mine, just because mine is small. I can yell. I can have a loud voice and make myself seem superior to you. I am a woman but I’m tough.
I don’t need you. I don’t need this house or this furniture or you as a roommate. I don’t need to speed up my life jus to accomodate the luxuries you’d like to have in yours. Go to school, maintain an independent lifestyle and keep working, that’s all I need to do.
Fuck this house. Fuck that backyard. Fuck the kitchen and the tile floors and the extra bedroom. I’m 22, I don’t need you.
The frustration directed towards me for what isn’t my fault pushes me to an edge, an edge where I don’t need you and I don’t want you. I refuse to fill my life with anger and animosity. I don’t have enough time to think about your asshole moments.
I don’t have enough balls to stand up to you, your broad shoulders and deep voice. I don’t have enough balls to continue such a rediculous argument or stupid situation. I could. I could have an attitude, yell back and make things worse.
You make them worse to begin with.
I only accept sexts in iambic pentameter
Thy beauty is beyond all earth’s compare;
Pray tell me, lover mine, what dost thou wear?