First poem written in about…7 years??? (not my best, but a start)

Not hate,but apathy 

is what leaks between the lines. 

I almost wish you well, or at least forward 

toward far, far away from me, 

so far, that your existence 

is ever un-present in my thoughts, 

until, dwelling on the resentment that still beleaguers 

your every waking out breath, 

you can't seem to exist 

without trying to suck me back into

your pessimistic under world of insecurity

and attempts at control.

But I refuse to go. 

I will not go backwards. 

Kicking, screaming, clawing, 

I will defend my freedom 

from your oppressive tantrum-filled clutches, 

I will do whatever it takes 

to keep you on the other side 

of my two-way mirror, 

where i can see exactly what you are tying to do, 

but you are not allowed 

to see anything 

in regards to me, 

except 

for the incredibly complacent 

smirk on my face.