I'd Rather You Stormed Out

I’d rather you be left bitter

Stormed out of my room and headed

Left a lumping mess behind

That would leave me with an illusion

Not to talk to you ever again

I’d rather you didn’t have the audacity

The crumple my shivery soul

And leave silently on your tiptoes

When you know that’s the worst kind

Quibbling with someone’s existence

Tossing broken particles

Of an already weary spirit

With no intention of regress