Grease in her hair,

Crumbs in your bed,

Dishes undone,

Will of a dead,

Relative, fought from a side,

Shut the windows,

Close the blinds,

Step out,

Lock the door,

Wipe your feet before leaving,

There’s no coming back,

Anymore, food will make you sick, dry heaving,

It’s all a part of her age old trick,

To put you under and keep you, sick

Dare the truth to set you free,

But double dare demand of me,

To talk about our issues,

You misuse your disguise,

To fill my head with worry,

And fill your mouth with lies,

With another man,

Almost everyday,

Take our life and shove it,

I’ll look the other way.  


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