I had rats in my space.
I kept you around for what I hoped
would have been a very long time.
But rodents don't live very long.
Despite always giving you life
you bite the hands that
heal you, feel you, appeal you
And how you gonna tell me
you don't want me to feel
like I'm walking on eggshells
when I walked through fire for you?
I let you into my space, my homes
shared with you my iron sanctuary
and let you meet my darling dears
are my fires too hot for you?
And yet you hold back and hold in
what frustrates you until it's too late
fight tit-for-tat, no solutions for that
walk through flames to get to you
You fulminate, I'll fumigate.
I've little room for ingratiates.
Get out of my space.
My home is no place
for rodents like you.
About the Creator
DEUXQANE
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
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