Smoke

Date: 23.12.2008
Time: 9:15 p.m.

Kill yourself with every breath you take
And ask me why I threw out your mistake,
Those poisonous boxes are expensive, you say
While I counter it with: “And your life isn’t, pray?”
What shocks me more is your firm belief
In spite of all the intelligence of grief
Available to everyone with eyes
But who can teach that to one who never tries
Anything beyond his own obstinate mind!
Listening only to be charitable and kind
With condescension befitting a king
And a chauvinistic attitude in full swing,
You still ‘know best’ that you will not be harmed
Though you cough enough to leave us all alarmed
With absurd excuses like bowel-movements
And work and stress and how it all augments
Into a forceful need to puff it all away
Taking every worry with it in wisps of grey…

I am glad we threw them out the window
Glad that now they won’t make you mellow
Enough to lose all the reason you posses
Give in, cave and disgracefully obsess
Over what will slowly kill you over time
And kiss our fates too with that same sorry grime
So be as ungrateful as you wish
Do your very best to blemish
The clean spot we have in our lives
And blame me with your characteristic emotional jibes
I will not yield for I am not wrong
You cannot break me, you’ve never been strong
Enough to get past in an argument with clear logic
You see your side alone, in a manner painfully tragic,
Don’t give me the eye and expect me in tears
I’m not that little girl who’s afraid of your sneers
Have not the dignity to acknowledge the above
And you’ll lose my respect as you have lost my love.

End: 9:55 p.m.