Socrates:

Accountability—
A swear word,
An old-fashioned girl born of the matriarchy,
Fifth wave feminism
Always on my bill with no change given.
Had I overvalued her?
She definitely overvalued herself.
An arsonist, her tongue was fire;
She knew just where to hit me,
Each strike cutting deeper than a butcher’s knife.
Stallone’s words echoed in my ears:
“It’s not about how many times you’ve been hit,
But how many times you can beat that count to ten.”
I became emotionally nonchalant—
And punch-drunk.

Wrestling with my pathology,
She was more than just a hobby.
Obsession—the perfect understatement.
Love isn’t a scale to be measured; It just is.
But I was so hungry,
My soul starving, having...