just shut up.

i don't know
so i let go.

not even prying my fingers
off
the rope
this time,
they release
at once
with ease.

no 'come on',
or 'please'

my melodramatic fanatic
is tired
uninspired
she rests.

it's best

she whispers, 'i guess'

i turn to look
at her,
scowling
at her pouty, indignant face
she like the child denied candy
who i
desperately try
to send to

her room

make art out of it! stop making so much noise
and whining all the time,
my head is about to explode
from every little thing
you
want.

the girl won't let go

but i do