Untitled Poem by Thomas Bates

I caught ny breath; my left
foot tripped
over the sounds
I heard
in your words as I fell.

I almost wished that you'd never existed!
(if I could find
the exit sign, in my mind,
and I didn't have to treat you like a child-
I'd definitely suggest,
to step back outside.)

I'd inhale a deep fresh breezing wind,
releasing the bullshit bitterness you've felt for me,
as well as my own questions in you
away. having been imagined.


by Thomasjbates