Bad at Being Human

I’m done writing what ifs about us.

I’m done writing one sided rants

Of your insolence.

I’m done writing for forgiveness

And I’m done writing for penitence.

But I’m not done writing.

And I know no matter what I do

No matter how hard I try

No matter how much I chew at these steel chains

I will never be free of you.

 There are some people who knew Papa Hemingway

And they said that he was a great writer

But an awful man.

I think he might agree with that.

And I think you would too.

You’re great at what you do my friend

But you’re an awful human being.

And I wish I had never met you

But I wouldn’t be half of this person

I wouldn’t be half of this writer

If you hadn’t taken me by the hand

And shook until my body went limp.

So I’m not going to guarantee no poems about you.

I’m not going to promise to wash your name from my hands.

I’m just going to say no more will I let you

Bend

Break

Beat

This body of mine.

I’m done with you as a human.