You had me in a choke hold, foretold by instinct.
Now extinct, patience breaks and takes right and wrong,
I’m tired of this song, like a gong calling time on me.
You’ll see, I’m not made to be tested and I’ll fly again once rested.
Does it make you feel amazing, as I’m gazing at you in disbelief?
I’ll make this brief, to save you the grief and embarrassment:
Harassment and bullying doesn’t build trust.
In fact, they rust and crust and grind it to dust.
Don’t know who taught you otherwise, but your love is no prize,
Nor are your lies that cost me so dearly.
Think clearly before the next words leave your lips and this whole thing rips.
Don’t bitch because I couldn’t scratch your perpetual itch,
That caused a nervous twitch every time I stepped around the egg shells you laid.
Every day I paid to keep you happy and content,
And allowed you to vent, gossip and brag.
If my tail didn’t wag then I’d get the brunt and shunt,
All for you.
You miserable cunt.
© 2016 Lannah Marshall
Sometimes she writes. Sometimes she doesn’t. Either way, she’s not doing what she’s supposed to be doing.