11.13.2015

poem: par for the course

par for the course*

I have noticed
that when
you are around
I turn it up,
bring myself
to the next
level -
pure
unadulterated
fake
manic happiness.

in one
quiet moment
away
I realize
that I do this
for two reasons -

one: revenge -
to grate
your nerves
like
the proverbial
nails on
a chalk board,
so that the shrill
sounds
of my voice
will make you
want
to not only
stab your
ear drums
but also
scratch out
your own eyes.

two: satisfaction -
so that you
will know
I am happier
now,
without you,
than you
could ever
even dream
to be
caught
in your
self-perpetuating
cycle
of dysfunctional
misery.


*"par for the course" - an idiom referring to what is normal or expected in any given situation or circumstance.

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