I became so miserable
that misery became apathy.
Do you know what it's like
to have to pretend to be perfect
because imperfect wasn't enough?
The placidity of my closet
could not compare to the serrated edge of your voice,
cutting me. I wanted to-
no, tried to- surrender:
Ashes to ashes, me to dust.
The heroin(e) of death would have been a miracle.
And in this soliloquy I tell you
your vexation was irrational.
I know right from wrong
and I can describe the cacophonous chaos of life with you
It is time to start anew.