There was nothing to do but wait,
To analyze the set-in facts.

Did you hear my voice
Once I let go of your ear.
Or must I always tug
Always remind you dear
(We're something important)

All you say is ok,
That short, thin-lipped way
That short-eyed stare
At some wall I can't see,
But must have made when
I asked for affection.

Your teeth-white glory
And field roaming eyes,
Sure, they say ok.
To give-ins on
Detachment
Dejection
-oh right, sorry-
"Independence"

Have I grown large
Is that why you no longer wrap arms around me?
It must be all that discontent I eat,
And I'm eating  for two.
To wake you up on the right side of bed
To find my peace
To keep you chewing on the beautiful side of your head
To halt my incessant sleep
-goes straight to the hips.

Soaking in terrible hit.
Kick and throw fits.
I'll pull into comI ******* HATE ALL THIS WRITING
WHEN WILL I FIND THE WORDS
WHEN WILL I FIND WHERE YOU'VE GONE
I wish there were beautiful metaphors,
But we've tipped and toed into a rut
Far too real.