It always angers her
It’s only become that through the tossing and turning,
Only becoming this through the lies and hurting.
The misplaced partnership, we weren’t ready for,
And this old bed, we can’t afford much more.
Our wedlock baby, now her distance lately,
Residing in a place that will always blame me.
“why’s daddy on the sofa?”
What breakfast of lies will you tell her?
“They’re off the corner! Fix it like its new”
“Fix it forever, before I quit you”
“They’re off the corner”, shards through my head.
Burn them all. Ablaze but dead.