I can’t think of anything as correct.

I can’t think of anything as correct
and there are no words
that are worth pain
that are worth my heart stopping
or a mouth from speaking
no words worth quitting
there are no words
worth hitting
you can speak
you can think
and when I get flustered
it’s my minds inability
to filter
your lead written words
there is no terms
that are definite
we speak of facts
and I utter opinion
it’s fucking opinion
it all is
it all has been
we’re buzzing around
with our asses out
feeling the sting
of each other
and it’s like look
listen it doesn’t matter
I’ll take a breath
you take a breath
if I quit over words
that’s on me
if you quit
that’s on you.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina