Things That Bang

Let’s not make any bones about this- you and I are so over. You glare at me, petulant little pout on the lips I loved to kiss a long time ago but now all I want to do is smack you silly, bruise you, hurt you; kill you for being a cunt, a banshee. You scream of all the wrong I’ve done to you and I want to drown you in your own anger. I’m thinking of freedom from you, from your tyranny.

It would be so easy for me to smother you; grab your neck and twist it and hear you squawk and gag like a hen in slaughter house. My hands tremble in anticipation, adrenaline courses through my heart and I breath in your anger, your hatred and enjoy the power I have over you.

Let me do it pleads the beast in me- grind you and our past together to the ground. No more you and no more me, no more fights, no more anger, no more pain. My heart is breaking, I’m hating you and loving you all the same.

Tears spill from your eyes and I break in a million pieces. I love you more than life itself. Love and hate one confusing heap of maliciousness. You close the distance between us and lay your head on my chest and sob like a child looking for parental security but I can give you no more.

I gently set you away from me, look into your sad eyes and leave you forever.