again

Isn't it great of her
to come to speak with you
and isn't it gracious of her
deigning to talk
realising that her control has waned
that you, previously hooked fish
have not drowned in your own self pity
as i would have
and do.
Isn't it strange
that she could have this degree of control over me
out of all these people
i always had reasons to scrutinise her
and i like better this taste of hatred
than my former infatuation.
Can't you see yourself
air gasping and dripping sad
falling in and out of hands that don't heal
only wound
as i never could have done
and still would not.
I have to leave.
I have to feel the air
where you've been.