it is time we rid ourselves of this beast

it is time we evict this monster

this monster which, thus far, has tried to change us

this monster which appears of towering height, yet is, in fact, far smaller

its roars, merely sighs from a microscopic germ with little man syndrome

sighs mistaken for something far more dangerous than they will ever be

it is time for us to devour this annoyance

it is time for us to kill, cook and consume this presence we have never welcomed

 

It is time for me to learn her more

It is time for me to understand her more

it is time for me to see, and to respect the boundaries she places around herself

It is time for me to stay at the distance she desires, to react only when her gaze is my way

It is time for me to understand my actions to a higher degree

to understand the reasons for my actions of which I may previously have been unaware

it is time for me to hold this monster accountable and to rid it of its position between us

 

she has had enough of you

enough of your noise

enough of your laying in wait to spoil the moment

enough of your pulling toward conversations we don’t need to have

enough of your scrabbling for affirmation, to hear what you already know, to steer us toward your own, stupid, self-fulfilling prophecy

enough of talking about you

 

when we should be talking      about her

when i want to be talking        about her

 

because she is everything you are not

and she is everything i am not

she towers above us all without even knowing it

without even trying

i no longer wish to know you

i want to know her better than i’ve ever known anyone before

and i don’t want to know you    any more

all the space I’ve allowed you, i now give to her

 

she has had enough of you

we have had enough of you

I      I have had enough of you

 

begone, little monster

begone, little germ

your time here is done