Every time you say “I love you”...
It makes me want to frickin’ hurl...
I’m not the kind of woman that likes...
To be treated like some special pearl...
I cringe when you rub my back...
I loath when you caress my hair...
I despise when you write these fucking poems...
And when you tell me you like what I wear...
......
I’m stressed out
by my narcissistic mother...
I’m stressed out
by my clueless dad...
I’m stressed out
by my bratty children...
They’re all driving me
frickin’ mad...
They all tell me
......
Her innocence caught my attention...
I held out my sturdy hand...
She grabbed it just so lightly...
We laid down together in the sand...
We gazed into each other’s eyes...
For what seemed like quite a while...
I professed my feelings for her...
She offered a demure smile...
......
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......
What about the walks we used to take...
What about the dinners we used to make...
What about the dreams we used to plan...
What about the strolls we took hand-in-hand...
What about movies we use to see...
What about our spa nights, just you and me...
What about the Jeep you use to drive...
What about you making me feel alive...
......
Saccharine cream, sugar you savored.
What was once sweet, now petulantly fatiguing.
Resentment’s putrid, affection’s a stale feeling.
My love for you faded with a sip of bitter flavor.
There’s a battle I’m left for dead, it’s in your nature.
Our love, now spiteful, tastes helpless, defeating.
Wounds of betrayal remain raw, hardly healing.
Inebriated waters, my body a Mesopotamia, never a stranger.
......
She climbed out of bed...
And then she said...
“I’m leaving you because there’s
No nothing more between us...”
She said our love was dead...
She packed up...
Then she cracked up...
“How could you think I’d stay
When you don’t even like me?”
......
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......
Her flower garden...
If you love them just right, then they’ll love you right back...
Her flower garden...
If you treat them with care, then they’ll always be there...
Flowers are just like people...
one must nurture the relationship to keep it alive...
Her flower garden...
......
Every time you say “I love you”...
It makes me want to frickin’ hurl...
I’m not the kind of woman that likes...
To be treated like some special pearl...
I cringe when you rub my back...
I loath when you caress my hair...
I despise when you write these fucking poems...
And when you tell me you like what I wear...
......