You changed something in my heart. My chest is different. You led me down a path of eutrophying swamps. The algae blooms got big and now they cover the top. I exist underneath them. It's easier without feeling. You mean everything to me, including bruised knees, not including chipped teeth, not excluding bare feet in grass in spring. I really feel like leaving, think I'll go home now. Dive into the tub to scrub my anger out. Take a Brillo pad to my fist, do my own damage. Better to contain my outbursts in my own skin.