6. poison in my cup
it wasn’t enough to almost kill me
you wanted me dead on impact
you didn’t realize how strong i was
when you measured the poison
you thought you could leave me to die
you thought the job was done with an empty glass
you didn’t expect me home that night
the turn of our door knob woke you before i could
you were sleeping so soundly
the first time in months
there was nothing left to worry about
i wouldn’t be seen again by morning
my flip flops headed up the cold steps
a walking nightmare
wearing shoes in the house again
how could i
i didn’t know i was being measured
scanned for flaws and sized for perfection
i thought i was just living,
like you do
but expectations had to be met with me
bars need to be upholded
i had to be perfect
or i’d be up for the penalty
the only one who could save me
now drunk from the poison in my cup