You Are A Cloud

I’m bored with you.

It’s a verse

that I want to scream.

Why I’ve been choking it down

for intimate falsehood

is beyond me.

So I’m saying it,

accepting it.

Hoping you will forgive

my forward speech.

I’ve lost interest

in your minimal efforts

and predictable patterns.

Deep breath out,

exhaling my truth.

Finally, I feel better.

Do you?