My head is a balloon

it is inflating until it booms

it pops

It explodes in the tree or the sky

caught on branches

or flying really high

i have lost the word

i have lost poetry

and no lyrics I wrote

can soothe me in his folly

he is really ill from pot

it has reached a critical mass point

he yells and is cruel

then tell me I abuse him

classic patten of the abuser

a real donal trump in his victim complex bs

i so wish I could leave him

for a little while at least

he has only become worst with time

he is so ill and keeps saying he is not

i should read on pot addiction 

and abusers

to know what to do to relax him

because he has absolutely no trust

in us, in me

he is so ill my god

i have to leave him for a while

i truly do