You’re so fucking irrational.
I should have kicked you out long ago, like a beaten dog with sunken ribs
and tail between legs; I wouldn’t be sorry to see you go.
Why must you leap and beat so hard any time anybody shows you
the slightest bit of affection or attention?
I can feel your staccato drumbeat up in the attic of my brain,
and I’m about to call the cops with a noise complaint.
What I call “forgetting,” you call “write all this hurt and these
painful memories in invisible ink on my aorta,”
and I’m tired of having to clean away all those blots.
By the way, the universe called- it wants all its drama,
its “Big Bang” back, so stop throwing this temper tantrum.
Step back and let biology do the work instead of emotions,
because if you keep getting out of control like this,
sooner or later this whole house will burst into flames.