Channeling Lady Macbeth


United States
43° 24' 23.4036" N, 124° 13' 27.408" W

I wish I was harsh

like the denial letter from a school.

I wish I was bitter

like a friend scorned.

I wish I could sting

even just half as bad as that whiskey you constantly down.

I wish I was rough

so rough in fact, sandpaper would yield to me.

I wish I was severe

as my jawline.

I wish I was austere

almost as much as a military sargent.

I wish all those things and many more

so one day I'll have the courage to push you away for the final time. 

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