You know you love to open…stuff.
Bottles, gifts, doors, mail, DMs…you take your pick.
But picking and peeling me is your favorite.
I provide belligerent bullets in your World War against his dumb decisions.
I give you Incredible Hulk strength to crush his Iron Man logic and penetrate his Wolverine steel clutches.
I deliver contractions seconds apart that PUSH and PUSH until…AWWWW…an Argument is born.
7 pounds of shouting and 15 ounces of ignoring crying with his sister and brother Jealousy and Unforgiveness.
But all I do is try to gather what little white blood cells I have left and attempt to cheer them on as they rush over to cover me up so I won’t lose myself.
Hell my red blood cells couldn’t take it anymore and decided that my veins and arteries were a safer place to dwell.
Because you have ripped me off plenty of times:
RIP! Why you home so late?
RIP! Who is this in your DM?
RIP! You think I’m ugly don’t you?
RIP! So I can’t have your phone’s password?
RIP! Why You keep acting like my ex?
RIP! When you gone take care of yo’ kids?
RIP! I know you screwing other women.
RIP! I’m sick of doing everything while you do nothing.
RIP! When you gone get a real job?
And every time you expose me to the oxygen and carbon dioxide of the world…it becomes harder for me to heal.
Then I become infected with Ebo-lies. The airborne disease rushes to find my bloodstream and swims faster than a Mexican across the Rio Grande while being chased by Border Patrol.
Your heart goes from pumping blood to pumping pain
Thumping terrorizing thoughts
Pumping a hatred of love
All because I scarred you for life.