Saying Enough, Was Never Enough

You sit there in silence, on that chair arms wrapped around up drawn legs,
"My Mother bought us that," you say,
As you survey,
The smashed remnants of the alabaster lamp upon the floor,
And I struggle to understand how this arguement began,
Was it something about an old boyfriend knocking at the door?
But you sit there entombed in your pretty pink dressing gown,
Looking down,
At all I have to offer you.
"And you've broken the TV that Daddy bought for us."
You scowl beneath your designer fringe,
And I cringe,
As I gaze at your perfectly manicured toes,
And I still can't get used to that new nose,
Or your breasts that increased a size or two.
It's amazing what surgery can do for you.

I sit here in silence, chain smoking my cigarettes,
"My Mother bought us that," you say,
"My Daddy bought us this."
The smashed remnants of our life lay upon the floor,
And I struggle to understand why I ever loved you,
Was it something about your parents being rich?
A relationship based on pretending love was true,
Looking back,
At all you had to offer me,
"Shall we stop this farce now," I say,
You scowl beneath your designer fringe,
And I cringe,
As I gaze at the alabaster on the floor,
And think I've just got to be tough,
So I bite my lip, "I want you to leave my parent's house."
And later realise saying enough, is never enough.