Loved this post… I’m presently in a tropical storm, so I’m reposting! Enjoy!
It’s two am
in the world’s most uncomfortable bed
on the hottest night in December and i’m mad.
You woke up early again,
slamming doors and shinning lights that shouldn’t be shone for another four hours.
I’m trying hard not to act like a typical woman,
but there are times
that putting my hands around your neck is easier than talking.
In a relationship which means the world to me,
I’ve yet to understand you,
that forever keeps changing,
colossal in size
but abstract in nature
way to complex for simple arguments
about toilet seats and being neat
and pulling away the sheets from me at night.
This puzzle… you,
who twists words
and combines worlds of fiction
to make your point
and what is the point?
I’m still mad,
at two AM
with light shinning in my eyes
and sleep eluding me
all because of you
living his life one book at a time,
but always so purpose and willful
and always true
and I love you,
for being totally you.