My head aches
From banging it against the wall.
I need a hard hat for protection
As I work, work, <i>work </i>
On this relationship.
What used to be easy
Is now so damned difficult.
That feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach,
Is gnawing, weakening my stamina.
I would love to curl up,
Assume the fetal position,
For days --
And nights.
Or perhaps screaming would be
The proper therapy, the better vent
For my frustration
SHALLISCREAMATYOU!
Or would a whisper
Catch your attention more?
And as you lean in to hear my quiet voice
Perhaps then I would slap you
Hit you
Knock you down ...
Or kiss you
And then make love to you.
It is what we do
Is it not?
Make love
When we cannot make anything else
work ...
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~Kari~