Is It Clear To You Now?

This item is about two people and how they see things differently

To you
my words are wispy scents of perfume
dissipating in the air; leaving no lasting impression
or invoking any memories that might imply
that you have heard anything that I have said.
To me
your words are a decomposing stench
that repel any slight notion in your favor.
To you
my feelings are no more important
than yesterdays trash;
already removed from the curb.
And yet, you say you love me.
To me
your feelings and intentions are
as subtle as a trash compactor.
Your imposing and forceful will suffocates me,
compacting our friendship into decaying mulch.


You discount my reasoning
as you would dismiss a naughty child;
as if I do not know my own mind.
Discussion after discussion and
time after time,
we've gone round and round;
a tug of war of the heart and mind.
Let me make this final declaration
and let me be very clear.
I would sooner
    yank out my toenails,
    gouge out my eyes,
    cut out my tongue,
    and set myself on fire
before I would allow myself
to even ENTERTAIN the thought
of EVER being with you.