ROUGH

My teddy bear hates when you call
Because his fur gets damp
From the grip of my sweaty palms
And the ocean that leaks from my eyes.
Every so often I knock my head
Against the
Concrete
Wall.
But you just keep pursing your lips
Like they've been dipped in vinegar
And lemonade
And if you cared a bit less
What other people think
You would maybe
Spit.

I spit.
I yell.
And I bawl my fucking eyes out
After I've bitten through my tongue
My neck is worn out from invisibly nodding
And I reach for my inhaler
While hoping that you would take a breath
And listen to what I don't say.