Why is it,
That you can be so sweet to me to my face?
But when I turn my back,
And our conversations are over phone keyboards
That you can suddenly lash out at me,
Call me names
And shove me away?
Why is it,
That when we're together,
Everything is like a masterpiece?
Every stroke of the paintbrush that creates our love
Is handled so delicately,
And everything just flows?
But why is it,
That when I'm suddenly not there,
You can take every move you possibly have
Like a game of chess
To knock me down, and conquer my soul and fill my head
With un-meaningful thoughts in rage?
Just because you're having a bad day;
Just because you're stressed;
Just because "this" or "that"?

I'm tired of the excuses.
I'm tired of the **** you put me through.
But I do it for you.
And that seems to be ignored.

So let's put down our phones,
That act like blinders,
And actually talk this out for once.