I won’t. You want.

I want to beat you about the face and eyes.

But, I won’t.

I want to pound you until my arms ache.

But, I won’t.

That greasy spot on the pavement;

that was you.

But, I won’t.

I want you to feel and know the pain you cause.

But, you won’t.

You are so wrapped up in yourself you don’t care what your words or actions does to me.

But, you wouldn’t care any way.

I want to scream at you until you understand.

But, you won’t. I would just end up hurting my throat. Cause you won’t listen.

Why am I so unimportant to you? It’s all about you and what I can do for you.

There was never give and take. Just take.

Because, you want.

That blood stain in the carpet; that was you. Because I want to kick the tar out of you. But, I won’t.

Any ‘good’ thing you did for me, wasn’t out of love. It was so you could lord it over me one day.

Because, you want.

God, the law, and morality govern me. All the bad things I want to do to you;

I won’t.

I can guarantee you this; excommunicate me, you can want in one hand and crap in the other. See which one gets full faster.

You want. I won’t.

Published by Chico’s Mom