My love is not good enough for you. In fact, neither were the last 27 years according to you. You were absolutely never satisfied with me, with your greedy heart. Now you are so cruel again for no reason but your rage and grudges. Grudges as old as us. You never forgive, you never accept , you never are grateful about me in your life. A tense tight anger and hatred has formed in your heart towards me in the last decades. You despise me at such a deeply disrespectful and hateful level that there is nothing I can do anymore for you. For us. You keep saying my illness is my choice because I stopped taking my meds a couple of times in almost 30 years. You are wrong. You are so very wrong on pretty much everything. You got enraged because I said you should like quinoa. And became so cruel as to say you stayed with me for pity’s sake. You are so outrageous in your accusations and anything I say is misInterpreted, twisted or not heard. I give up. You truly hate me and always will until we divorce. Or until I finally die of cancer for once. Or something else. Hurry up god!
The Poetry Dervish