Leaf

You were a leaf

Just accept it

I have.

stop trying to hang around my tree

your season has passed

you’re becoming a parasite

I’m going to get the spray.

 

I feel inconvenienced because I have to say it out loud and embarrass us both…. Well embarrass you.   But if I was woman enough to invite you into my bed I have to be woman enough to kick you out… of the entire fucking bedroom.  See the whole time you thought you had me figured out I was figuring you out as well.

 

I don’t like what math added up too.

 

 

 

Will I just say it’s me not you. 

or

It’s totally and beyond a doubt 100% your fault Charlie Brown.

 

Will I say I’m still sensitive from my break up

or

You’re an insensitive moron

 

Will I say I just feel over whelmed right now

or

You have a talent for making me feel cheap without even trying

 

 

I wish I were fierce enough to declare that I will go with option 2 all the way but I have a feeling that I may pull my punches.  I hope I don’t.  

Fuck hope.

I’ve decided.

I consider it my responsibility to inform you for the sake of those that come after me.  Or at least reinforce the validity of those who may have said it before me.

I wonder how many women have bothered to actually tell you that you’re really lacking that you’re really a leaf

that you’re really a parasite

 

I’m going to get the spray.