It’s an Honor

I can’t find my glass of water
you can’t find a well-fitting wedding dress
you can’t refuse my offer
I never asked for a yes

I will someday be a father
you will someday be depressed
not the mother of my daughter

I find this all an honor
You letting me make you upset

I think to myself “I’ve lost her”
You’d rather not express
your thoughts, so you fake your posture

I’m a worthless author
You like a well-written mess
You never seem to be bothered
But I want you to be

-Billy Bloomquist

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