I'm Mad

God I’m so mad at you.

The type to “push-you-down-the-stairs-and-not-feel-bad-about-it” mad at you.

The “i-want-you-to-feel-my-pain” mad at you.

The “i-want-you-put-you-in-my-mouth-swallow-you-whole-eat-your-fingers-and-toes-so-you-can-absorb-me-and-I-can-absorb-you-and-you-look-from-the-view-through-my-eyes-and-through-my-heart-and-through-my-finger-and-toes-and-my-fucking-head” mad at you.

The “i-can’t-believe-you-thought-with-that-instead-of-your-mind-now-look-what-you’ve-done” mad at you.

The “you-never-even-realized-that-you-took-a-fucking-brick-and-fractured-no-shattered-no-exploded-no-demolished-yes-my-fucking-peace-of-mind-no-my-confidence-no-my-spirit-yes” mad at you.

The “you-made-me-incomplete-inadequate-fragmentary-deficient-insufficient-broken-there’s-no-fucking-word” mad at you.

The “you-made-me-feel-like-i-did-something-wrong” mad at you.

The “when-it-was-really-your-fault” mad at you.

God, I’m really fucking mad at you.