Bitter

It's not an exchanging of words
it is a sadistic dance
where no one wins
(he always wins)
collaboration is nonexistent
in these four walls
only malice
and bitter words.
Sundays are not dedicated
to anything so holy
but sleeping in
and averted eyes
the blame lies on you
the catalyst
of my insecurities
of defensive reflexes
and mannerisms that aren't my own