Rocket Ship- I Spit Fire

I spit fire to remind you to strategically align your verbs correctly in a sentence or perhaps you'd like to see me correct you oh wait, You correct I? That seems about right that sums it about up and just when you figure you've had enough- poof! You're gone. Cause you run. You run from your feelings, you run from reality instead of taking the beating you run from your own self judgment, self worth don't tell me I didn't love you enough I sat by you while you spat vomit in my face while your hands twisted my neck- rope-burn- the sensation you feel when there's no hope nothing but doubt echoing louder and louder but wait is that retaliation? Or a mirage of he-the one he pretended- the one who was happy had his life together. Instead you pity me Pitiful thinking brings pessimistic events so while you're still stuck in denial unable to forgive yourself unable to trust I'll be flying over you, hitting an excess speed This mission is aborted You lit my rocket ship