Lately, more deep connections are made though poetry.
Right here.
It shouldn't be this way.

Just spit it out!

If you have a problem, Tell me.
Scream at me.
Whine to me.

If you have issues with me, Shout them in my face
And force me to listen to the echo.
So that I may fix it.
And apologize.

Forgive me for worrying,
But you have left me no choice.

You've been through a lot, and haven't told me much.
When in most others' circumstances,
The Girlfriend would be the first to know.


It seems that you always find a way to make me cry,
And spill everything that bothers me at the time.
I can't do that for you.
Its obvious that something is bugging you, but you wont tell me.

Just forget it...
I'm just about done trying...
Just about done fighting
Because it seems like you won't let me.