1 word…

You give me 1 loving word,

and I’m under your thumb.

I’ll bend over backwards,

for 1 loving crumb.

Our routine’s well practiced.

We both know our role.

You can treat me so coldly,

then 1 word warms my soul.

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Intermission…

I’m not your girlfriend.

I don’t even rank.

You’re sick of my shit.

Your sex drive is blank.

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I’ve lost my backbone.

Just roll over and cry.

I want you to love me.

I want you to try…

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Trust…

A little bit of honesty,

helps trust begin to flow.

Ignorance ain’t always bliss,

My gut knows something I don’t know…

I’m not a jealous person,

but seeds of secrecy will grow.

Thank you for your honesty.

The gift of truth you did bestow.

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Riding a Bye-cycle…

Once again his mood changes,

right out of the blue.

His contempt for me settles,

He’s the him I first knew.

It’s an emotional cycle.

It’s taking a toll.

It hardens my heart.

It darkens my soul.

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On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Work for man…

The lounge is messy,

no kitchen gleams.

Lazy is ok,

it seems.

No help is offered,

She gets no pay.

Ain’t tidying up.

Not today.