He pushes my buttons.
On purpose.
Because he thinks it is funny.
I call him an *******
He blames boredom.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames me,
for not paying enough attention to him.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames his ADHD.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames me,
for biting his head off.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He and I don’t speak for two days.
Until I forgive him,
for being an *******
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
He pushes my buttons.
On purpose.
Because he thinks it is funny.
I call him an *******
He blames boredom.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames me,
for not paying enough attention to him.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames his ADHD.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He blames me,
for biting his head off.
I blame him,
for being an *******
He and I don’t speak for two days.
Until I forgive him,
for being an *******
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