Somehow you always seem to turn it back around onto me.  But you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. 

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

It seems as if this place where I used to feel comfortable and free expressing my inner thoughts without judgement, has turned into an unsafe environment for me to do so because I know I won’t hear the end of whatever I said later on -___-