You say it’s not my fault
that you don’t blame me
but I don’t believe you.
I think you’re lying
– maybe to yourself
but you’re mad as hell
and you’re not gonna take it anymore.

I think you’re quietly seething
over my behavior
and my stupid,
stupid choices.
I think you’d have me dead
if your sideeyes and sneers
are to be believed.
I think you hate me a little
despite all claims to the contrary.

I think the timber of your voice
clipped word choice
lack of inflection
all tell me more
about your feelings
than words
right now.

I think you’re angry as fuck
and the fact that you’re not admitting it
it making me frustrated
and furious as fuck
and, for God’s sake,
will you just smack me and get this over with?