That I am a problem you can run from
That I am a skeleton to lock in your closet
That you can disappear for months
And find me still smiling
If you thought you could crawl back
Into my open arms
You were wrong
I have only had more time to grow angrier
You tempt fate
You tempt Italian powders from my sleeve
Into your cup
I am done.
I am done smiling, I am done loving,
I am done begging for forgiveness
Perhaps if you had faced me like a man
I would have forgiven you
But it is too late for this, for us
For you now
Are you afraid?
Are you afraid of fire?
Wiser to be afraid of water
My rage is a witch's wind
An endless bellow
And you are my shipwreck.