faster thanyoucansay

arrrggggghh.


i get so flustered
when i talk to you.
i always end up short of breath because
my sentences are not long enough
for you.
they never could be; i cannot relax any more.
not when i am talking to you.
my reasoning is stretched
i know i will snap if i am called one more time
and subtly forced to explain myself.
i shouldn't have to.
you know my situation.
you know my responsibilities.
you also know how communication can break down
within a half-hour, less.
(we are) sick of being blamed

just because of an error in someone else's information repetition.

so when i see you for lunch tomorrow
i will not pay. you should know this.
and when you hint at me, or attempt to manipulate conversation
i will be blunt and honest and refuse to take it.

thank you. very much. your money does not give you the right to push me around.