Emotional bully…

Defiance.

I’m not sorry at all.

Freeze me out with your coldness.

You’re a big fat brick wall.

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The impact has faded

of being treated with silence.

Sulk all you want,

I’m drunk with defiance.

Pigsty…

I’m looking for some greener grass.

A man who’ll get up off his ass,

and cook some tea on my work day.

Or fold the washing, and put away.

The vacuum cleaner doesn’t bite,

I’m sick of vacuuming at night.

Your laziness does not impress.

I don’t like living in your mess!

 

 

 

 

 

Mood swing King.

The mood swing King

What’s wrong today?

What did I say or do?

What should I do or say?

I can’t read minds,

And only silence I hear.

I don’t enjoy living

In tension filled air.

Enough…

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is where I now belong.

A nose cut off to spite a face,

too proud to right the wrong.

 

 

 

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Bless this mess…

Another domestic.

Another fight.

He’s never wrong,

and she’s never right.

Teenager jumps in,

the intent is as saviour…

But it’s fuel to the fire,

of bad behaviour…

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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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Bad books…

I’m sleeping over,

Iv been run out of home.

It’s the doghouse for me,

My friends spare bed’s on loan.

I can’t shut my mouth,

I have opinions to say.

So I’m back in his bad books,

And sent on my way.

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.

Hate…

I have begun to hate you…

The way you sit on your high horse,

thinking you’re without fault,

while everyone around you competes for the best position

to kiss your fat ass.

I have begun to hate you…

Your slobbish, and grotty habits,

that make it a full time, despicable job,

for which you practically need a team of cleaners

attached to your heels

every minute of every day and night,

merely to keep the place clean-ish.

I have begun to hate you…

The snide remarks about me to (the constant stream of) visitors,

designed to make everybody laugh,

while a tiny bit more of my self esteem

shrivels up and abandons me.

I have begun to hate you.

Insecure seeds…

I’m feeling insignificant,

a loving word is all I need.

He’s far to hard to give me that,

And my insecurities breed…

Over-thinking holds me hostage,

there’s no mercy on myself.

A loving word from him is all I need,

To soothe my mental health.

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Love and War…

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Threats are made.

Promises broken.

In the heat of the moment,

cruel words are spoken.

Tears are shed,

The anger is loud.

It’s time to make up,

but we’re both too proud.

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Goodbye God…

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I just used him for his six pack,

his perfect male bod.

Gave him years of love and tears…

 

He only saw himself as God.

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Exclusive…

Exclusive?

Don’t lie.

I see more than you know.

You can’t keep your pants up,

your dick runs the show.

I’m disappointed.

I’m hurt.

I thought you were strong.

But you’re nothing so special.

About you, I was wrong.

 

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Monday (hindsight)

Shit.

Procrastination.

Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.

 

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Redundant…

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It’s the end of an era,

in more ways than one.

A career,   a companion,

added up, equals none.

 

I’m sitting alone,

while you snore in my bed.

Next time I crave conversation,

I’ll phone a chatline instead.

 

 

 

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Misunderstand me…

I’m not asking for forgiveness.

I stand by what is done.

Don’t wait for an apology,

I won’t be giving one.

I asked to face our troubles,

to compromise and share.

Silence was your answer.

No single word of care.

I’m sorry this has happened.

I’m sad we’ve lost our flame.

But you misunderstand me,

I’m not fully to blame.

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Ignorance is bliss…

Something doesn’t feel alright,

it’s nagging at my mind.

Although I tell myself I trust you,

my intuition isn’t blind.

I can’t quite grasp that something,

it hovers just outside my touch…

to look for trouble means I’ll find it,

underneath the straws I’ll clutch.

Enough…

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You used to be my rock,

you were my anchor to the ground.

These days you’re still my rock,

you are a weight that holds me down.

You used to be my comfort,

you held me tight when Bryer died.

These days I beg your comfort,

to soothe my battered, broken pride.

You used to give me strength,

during my darkest, weakest time.

These days I waste my strength,

on all the eggshells I must climb.

Enough is enough.

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Miss Trust…

Insecurity rears it’s ugly head,

taunting me with doubt…

The thinking sends me backwards,

my trust turns inside out.

Past loves echo through my head,

I’ve been fooled and hurt before.

I need you to reassure me.

Reassure me, just once more…

 

 

 

Love…

…I smile at him,

this hard man of mine,

and a light starts to glow in his eyes…

For what lies between us,

fulfilling and deep,

is love…

The most ultimate prize.

 

 

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Take it or leave it…

It’s time we have a little chat,

about a rule of mine…

I want a man who’s not a rat,

knows where to draw the line.

I’ve grown strong, I know my worth,

and I’ll stand proudly by your side…

But I tell you there’s no way on Earth,

I’ll keep a man who lied.

If other women grace your bed,

I have the right to know.

No garden path will I be led,

where love and trust don’t grow.

So tell me now, if you I share,

so I can fairly choose…

I won’t accept a sneak affair,

I promise, me, you’ll lose.

Being honest is the only cost,

to make sure I don’t leave.

For what we have will all be lost,

if tangled webs you weave.

 

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Fooling around…

Something’s wrong,

I sense your guilt.

It’s weakening

the strength we’ve built.

You’ve got my love,

you’ve got my heart,

don’t think to fool me,

I’m fairly smart.

Give me truth,

don’t tell a lie…

I’ll have no choice

except goodbye.

 

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Out of line…

He blew my nose

and made me cry,

the pain, sharply exquisite.

The day surrendered

to the night,

unmindful of his visit.

Minutes raced and hours flew,

while time was standing still,

we laughed and talked,

and circle walked,

and lined another thrill.

 

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Insecure Me…

It’s an insecure evening,

why aren’t you answering your phone?

My imagination’s wild,

it’s got a mind all of its own.

Yesterday was warm with love,

tonight I’m frozen out.

Every time we get too close,

you fuel my self doubt.

It’s an insecure evening,

I need to know that you still care…

Just acknowledge that I called you,

cos your silence is unfair.
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Once up on a time…

We sit here together

our bodies well fed.

No words being spoken,

nil needs to be said.

The silence is peaceful,

there’s a calm in the air,

I’m content to be with you,

I like the time that we share.

 

 

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Chopped liver…

Chopped liver isn’t happy,

chopped liver isn’t thrilled…

It was meant to be a good time,

enjoyment unfulfilled.

Conversation wasn’t given,

no offer of a beer…

You offered me your company,

but you were clearly insincere.

 

 

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Wallflower…

The wallflower prepares

for a night on the town.

He’s slow picking her up,

but quick standing her down.

She watches the fun

from her place in the shade,

he ignores her all night,

she becomes more dismayed.

Why does he invite her

to be at his side?

It’s clear to all there

she’s just along for the ride…

 

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If you snooze you lose…

You visit me and fall asleep,

whose company is mine to keep?

Our conversation doesn’t flow.

How are we supposed to grow?

Your free time’s spent at other places,

your world is full of other faces.

I want somebodys life to share,

to fill my bed with more than air.

Your napping habits don’t amuse.

Don’t you know

if you snooze, you lose?

 

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