Volatile

I am aware of my capricious nature

But we had a mutually fickle love

Wildly inconsistent, volatile

Selfish you may have told me to be

But I guess I just couldn't trust you

Better yet me

I remember the fights 

The million separation marriage

My father's neglect

I remember my mother smashing the plates in the kitchen

My fathers' weeks away

And late night drunk stumble homes

Volatility was all I knew.

(from Notes, 10/2/14, 4:42am)

About this Morning

So my dad stormed downstairs early this morning,
All huffing and puffing
Upset about someone shutting the boiler off.
It wasn't me.
So who did it?
I don't know.
And then he yelled,
"I'm sick of your intelligance!"


I guess I'll take that as a compliment.