Scar Tissue

I need to send a message
Time will be my courier,
Under the most intense of pressures

His words are like lashings against my chest
Yet the bitter pain is intangible
Severe are the decibels against my ear
And situational irony in my case

Selfish.
Rude.
B***h.
How the titles fester in my thoughts,
Growing evermore caustic to the fibers of my soul.

I am scared.
Truly scared
Of my lineage, my genes, my tainted sense of self,
Because of him.

Should a lamb be afraid of what his father ram is?
Or has the lion finally torn out his bleeding heart
In exchange for the ashes of my resolve.

Leave my signage by the end
No X's or O's anymore
Signed, sealed, delivered,
It's yours
I hope it corrupts your mind into scar tissue
Then you can feel my torment
Instead of your quasi-hurt you winge about

Besides,
I know I'll only get your
Crocodile tear-stained apologies when I'm gone
I'll let that be
See you in the circle, love.
XOXO