And so what am I supposed to do
when I return to this mess
To this overturned chair
******-up cover
This disgusting room tarnished by your wrath
Well I just turn over the pillow
to hide the tears and mascara stains
I just toss it over the other side is fresh
ready and waiting
But it smells foul like
******* please leave this house
Crafty manipulator that you are
You think everything has submitted
to your unspoken whim
Hiding weakness and sensitivity
It's plain for me to see
I know it seems like I know what I think
But I don't know what I think about you
Violator
You are a grotesque farce of a man
I take a shower so the water silences
and washes away my tears
So you don't even have to know
And I turn right-ways the chair you threw
So you don't even have to remember what you've done by tomorrow
But I will not go sit with you now
and watch TV
acting as though this never happened