Wrote this years ago.

Yeah….

So I came home tired from work and you looked. Oh little fish I was hooked. Life isn’t hard, unless it’s you, me, our pet elephants in the room. Pets because they stay, we take care of them by beating, mistreating, bleeding them on the floor; You stick around and put me in the ground. I slice the wrists to show my loyalty and still the symbolism pays no justice, I still need to prove that its just us. I tell you I could never, you and I, birds of a feather. Then you still ask about that girl Heather, Heather who? Useless, like the czar you are, I submit, plea guilty, despite never knowing Heather, (Who is she?) I wish I knew her, ‘cause then I’d be free to go at last with reason to show. No more cold mornings from you, being threatened as of to why? I’ve got no clue. You need to help yourself, or start drawing from your Dad’s top shelf. It’s been over a year, being with you akin to a hated career. I serve others at any time, turn down love as if it’d be to a crime to accept, and yet I can’t grasp your victim concept. You stick around wait, no you feed. Like a parasite, cruddy dust mite; Get off and go elsewhere, last thing I need is a bug in my hair. Trying to rebuild and here you are dozing through, breaking down all I’ve got, a real one Woman crew. But like you said I’m weak, so I’m sorry okay? I promise food on me, all day! We can go anywhere, don’t go now, we can get some chow. Go home, put on a funny show, drop drawers and let love flow. I figured you’d understand, our night’ll be grand. See how it cycles on through. Between me, you, and these elephants, I think we both know. I can’t bring myself to leave, instead I’d rather eternally grieve. Why y’all might ask? I don’t know either. Then again, since Mom’s been gone, she’s a gentler reminder. Wait, oh yeah, what Freud said.