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.