20151107: Burning Bridges

So, again, I incur your displeasure

which I do merely by existing, it seems;

doing those things I've done before

and will do again,

necessary to my wellbeing -

an important issue, you will agree,

given its fragility

but which appear to be anathema 

to your very raison d'etre;

which of course begs the question:

why do you stay?

It's WYSIWYG, my dear, an acronym

For What You See Is What You Get

And surely, after all these years - 

We've spent so much time together, 

we should know each other by now,

know the where the why and the how

of each other's thoughts;

surely, by now you would know

how it's going to go:

qI say something to which you object - 

what just do you expect?

That I would let you trample all over my words

as if they are made of dirt?

No, I am not the little woman

subservient, submissive, deferential,

I have a mind of my own

dependent upon no one

but my self - 

so why do you bother?

And so you throw a tantrum

a real dummy spit

a self indulgent demonstration

a supposed remonstration

of what I'm not quite sure -

to make me reconsider

what you knew I would do anyway;

or just let me know how angry you are -

a passive aggressive performance 

meant to illustrate your displeasure:

isn't that so?

But you already know that nothing will change

and as your tantrum, your non-verbal scream of abuse

proceeds and grows more irrecoverable -

perhaps you will consider the bridges you're burning

as you go - no, I wouldn't follow you;

but you won't be able to retrieve the situation

if you burn too many bridges:

will you?

7 Nov 15