Just Go Away



Every time you say “I love you”...

It makes me want to frickin’ hurl...

I’m not the kind of woman that likes...

To be treated like some special pearl...


I cringe when you rub my back...

I loath when you wash my hair...

I despise when you write these fucking poems...

And when you tell me you like what I wear...


Why do you always have to cook dinner...

Why do you always have to ask how I feel...

Why can’t you ever just leave me be...

With the issues I alone have to deal...


Can’t you see that I’m having trouble...

When someone tells me that they care...

I just didn’t grown up in a family...

Where feelings were something to share...


So take all your love and support...

Go offer it to someone who’s weak...

I would rather go be with a hookup...

Than be stuck with a sensitive freak...


© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Image: Banksy, Love Sick

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