I swear girl
you've made me want to
take all your shit
and throw it
out on the steps
these past days;
thou shalt not steal.
Lately
I've been wanting
to chop your head off,
but I'm a moralist
so I do it in my head
but sometimes...
thou shalt not kill.
But I love you....
thou shalt love they neighbor
as thine own self....
and I love you in the agonizing way a man's heart can be caught and snared.
I've had to sleep in my car
for six days now,
because of you yelling and screaming
and just hating everything about me
until you wake me up in the morning
tapping on the foggy glass
in a bathrobe, them pink, dirty slippers,
and some scalding black coffee in a mug,
and I look at you and I just want to....
thou shalt not kill,
again,
thou shalt not kill.
And it all started with you
waking me up with a bible to the head,
thumping me awake
at 3:15 in the morning,
standing over me reading
"thou shalt not covet another man's wife."
And everybody's a sinner.