Let her be tomorrow’s problem,

The impetus behind the crashing fists to walls,

Little blotches of blood,

She cannot live today.

A spell bewitching the vigilant eye,

A weight stalling the wrecking wrists,

Turbulent emotions be held, in loving arms,

She cannot die today.

A tear cannot justify my cause of contempt—

For, with, her,

A scream cannot deafen the hearing heart,

Her active silence cannot force words unsaid,

Her undoing is simple chaos trapped inside a bitty body,

Yesterday’s love, today’s hate, tomorrow’s problem.


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