You're Selfish.

Sometimes I can't stand you.
I want to rip my hair out the minute you speak.
I want to throw a can of green beans at you
in hopes of breaking your toe.
Is that mean?

Although I know you have trouble with things from the past
What about my issues with the things I can't quite grasp?

My ****** is broken!

I'm sorry I can't care as much about your past as i used to.
Our hypothetical children are all I can think of.

If we can't procreate how do I go on?
That hole in my chest..
You know, the one they call a heart..
It needs that bond.
The one formed between a mother and child.

But still... sometimes I can't stand you!!
How do we make children if we can't even get along?

This would be easier if I didn't love you so much.