The Argument

I will never do it again

Never ever again

I’ll write my grievances

On paper

Give to the wind

I would rather set my bare skin

Ablaze

And deal with my rage

Then to open up

About my problems with you again

Bottle them up

Throw it in the Pacific

Box and wrap them

Send them across country

Nowhere specific

You let me know

My problems mean nothing

Compared to yours

Mine are micro mini

Yours start wars

Your emotions were loud

So very loud…

I shut mine down

To hold you

Wipe your tears

You sealed my fears

When you brought up trauma

Made me the issue

Isn’t that victim blaming?

The daddy issues

We blame the daughter

Instead of the deadbeat?

The absent father

I’m not cold-hearted

I’m guarded

I understand you have pain

I was there to witness

I didn’t victim-blame

I didn’t call you out of your name

I called you *******, not a bitch

See this love game

Is one I played

And I’m not one to lose

You need to choose

If you want me or the menace