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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Fat goodbye…

It’s time for a smoke,

time to relax my mind.

My thoughts are chaotic,

I need to unwind.

He hasn’t been back,

it’s been over a week.

I’m sick of this silence,

I want a man who can speak!

I’ll sit here and smoke

thinking thoughts full of spite.

I’m better off with no bloke,

than one who’s never not right.

 

 

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Remote Control…

A brick wall of hostility.

Impossible to break through it.

Any attempt is wrong.

No attempt is rude.

The silent treatment.

A most powerful tool.

Silently violently…

 

The air is thick between us,

the silence is intense.

We fall to pieces over little things,

so quick to take offense.

 

When you look at me with violent eyes

I know your tempers at it’s peak.

Right on cue you’ll up and leave,

and then ignore me for a week.