Your negativity eats up the space
that was to be a sunday dinner.
Redirecting every conversation
strategically back upon yourself.
To talk to you, about you, for you is all you need.
But to digest a subject void of you would make you sick.
You dont even know or notice that the others swoon to protect you
like trolls slitherling helplessly beneath their leader.
Your power of naysaying has downdroden many akin.
But you will not get beneath my skin.
In fact, the black cloud that invisbly cloaks you
follows you out the door
and the sunshine rushes in more than enough to fill the space
and I smile because I know
I am not like you