If you weren’t so… I’d be so…

My tee shirt says

Meat is murder-

Yet you always take me out for steak subs and BLTs and swordfish poppers that I guzzle with no remorse.

My poster reads

I’m not feminist I am just human-

Yet you forget that you tied me to the bed posts when you left for work and I struggled to escape wrists bleeding.

My mobile music box I call a phone

Plays “Zombie” by the Cranberries

Yet I force my bloodshot eyes open with energy drinks because I stayed up for ten hours watching wrestling DVDs from the 80’s with you.

If you weren’t so…I’d be so…

But my heart

my lazy codependent heart

weakened and depressed

until your shadow looms long and

my love

my perverted childish love

my self depreciating love

Is only half of everything good in the world

without your torture of it.