I hear you
I hear you curse me
As I’m half asleep
The dish washer
Is loaded wrong again
Its beyond an answer
Or an argument
I hear you complain
That I’m not doing enough
That drip drip feed
Of wounding failure
Showing no edge or end
To what you expect of me
I’m overwhelmed
By the bottomless pit
Of your expectation
The picture has been painted
It’s a fixture now
Its my Dorian Grey
And its strangling me.
Its not me
Its just me in a bad light
We used to talk for hours
But not any more
To much blame and hurt
Strangle the words at birth
Perceived rejection
Is a poison
That grows in the dark
Strangling relationships
But I know….
You reap what you sow…