Same Ish, Different Day

CATEGORY

romance

Seems like every morning we wake up
reevaluating and declaring we're ready to break up
Temper-pedic comfort yet we still harbor
last nights aching disgust over our feeble trust
peeling away at an iron clad love we've let succumb to rust
Like what the f**k
I thought we settled this but you're still upset about some ish
We fight before breakfast and long after supper
I forget to wash dishes and I’m a dirty mother***er
Holding a knife wanting to cut out the part of you that
wants to be my wife, cut me out your life
but you cant, letting it fall to the bottom of the sink
as all my ills you begin to rethink
Lost in the suds and suddenly you’re shoved off the brink
Screaming & throwing plates at my head
then cleaning it all up with not a single word said
ESPN
cooling off in the den
‘cause we won’t speak again till we’re sitting in bed
Make up sex I converse
However you’re still emotionally hurt
as you insist that an apology is more that a kiss and some d**k
'cause you resist
I *** around and call you a b***h
Pounding with my verbal fist, Damn! How hard that term hits
In your anger pissed “I don't know why I love you”
What was, long gone in the now of what we go through
I try and touch you
you don't respond like I'm use to
so up out of bed I sit
My back turned and you sharply reply with
“Our love’s not suppose to be like this"
Gripping the bloody handle
"I’m not suppose to wake up and feel like I ***ing hate you Chris”

-CLD