Ready to strike with words that hammer
At the heart and soul of her fragile partner
Pointing out the faults, the misgivings
The tasks left undone
Sitting there dormant for weeks
No hello, how are you?
Or how was your day?
Or how was your day?
Only negative energy
Belittling lectures
And everything that screams out
You're a loser! Get out of my sight!
And then she questions
Why he's cold toward her
Why he's cold toward her
No affection, no love, no tenderness
Why he's more like a stranger than a spouse
Why he wants to do nothing
But sit there on the couch
And stare at the TV screen
In between food and bathroom breaks
And frequent meetings with a pack of cigarettes
That damage his already deteriorating health
These little killers
Bring him some sort of comfort and satisfaction
Bring him some sort of comfort and satisfaction
Something he never gets
Whenever the two of them are together
And the words fly out of her mouth
Like speeding bullets
That never seem to stop their flight
She thinks he is the problem
That he is the enemy
But it is she who is at fault
And it is she who is to blame
For all the trouble the relationship experiences
Day after day
Written December 3, 2018
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo Use with permission only.
