He pushes my buttons.
On purpose.
Because he thinks it is funny.
I call him an *******.

He blames boredom.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames me,
for not paying enough attention to him.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames his ADHD.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He blames me,
for biting his head off.
I blame him,
for being an *******.

He and I don’t speak for two days.
Until I forgive him,
for being an *******.