That the truth is law
Though it rips apart our hearts
When it's finally told
As a necessary harmony
For anxious silence
And the projectiles fly,
The lunges commence,
Wounds are raised
Like a m'aider flag,
And there remains only
The steady cry
Of someone who can only
Break down
Instead of acknowledging
What she herself has done
In her habit of assaults
To get what she wants,
The white not yellow cheese,
The soda not the water,
Something as small
And insignificant as her
To be worthy of
Absolutely,
Without another person in the way
Of her traumatized love.
She can't listen to any no's
Though she needs to hear them more than most,
She won't yield to any pleas,
Just the demons of impulse
Tearing down the house again
If she cannot have that crumb,
For it is worth, every time,
Taking down everyone,
For there is someone
Who will understand,
Take her away from the scene
With a gentle voice
And promise her she matters
One more time ...
Thank God there's someone left
Who believes that I am evil.
