How does she do it?
How can she stand me?

I’ve driven needles through her heart,
So many times.

I’ve scorched the earth, and drowned the land,
Still, she takes me back.

I’ve let her wither in my silence,
And the coldness of my voice.

I’ve let the worries feast upon her,
But see her smile when I get home.

She’s known such cruelness from me,
And given anything but.

Still, where the world might see little,
There finds herself, the whole world.