the endless stream of your words,
the depth of every insult,
the sharpness of your tongue,
the source of all my pain in this world:
from the only one I love.
Kick me out of your new house,
yet have me around to design it,
frown upon the shape of my blouse,
yet stare at other bosoms and deny it,
making me feel like a renter of our things,
making me hurt from my heartstring