Harsh words between us,
another fight,
hours spent waiting,
you're vacant tonight.
you don't bother to call,
making me wait,
knowing my worrisome personality
imagines the worst.
And in the back of my mind,
I know this is just your
vindictiveness,
making me pay,
in such a small way,
to get back at me
for the arguement today.
Is that all that's left of us,
just bickering and hostility,
it doesn't even bother you
that our boys are asking,
"Mommy, why hasn't daddy come home?"
so what pray tell,
do you think I should say,
what's your excuse...
what's the new one, today?
Because quite frankly,
unless you're dead,
I just don't give a fuck anymore.
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