the day was spent
posting old, neglected
poetry
& ******* around on
tumblr

listening to eisley
sing about
never growing up

the babe is rocking himself
in the big yellow chair
grinning at me
its so frightening to be someone's
pure guidance
every
day

the husband is cursing at
modern warfare 3
unpoetic
harsh
rude
I'll never understand why
he calls me childish

we don't sleep around here
& when we do
no one is there to hear it

I have bad words on my
tongue tonight
& nowhere to put them
but in songs
no one listens to when I post
them on facebook

I'm addicted to this exhibitionism.