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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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.

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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