23 July 2012
You block my creative flow
When you're here I just stop
My energy goes into making you tea and ironing your shirts and cleaning your socks
I have no time for me.
No time for this place
No time to have a corner of my mind back.
All you do is make me cry
You don't want to talk to me. We don't live - we exist
I feel so lost and alone
Even though you're next to me in bed
So tonight I had to get up and leave
Sit in front of the telly just to make this pressure relieve
I feel my spark regenerate I feel my creation rejuvenate
I am scared that this is killing our relationship
But how will we marry if we can't cohabit?
Put me before tv
Put cooking tea before PS3
You're a man and not a boy
I'm a woman and not your toy
But come october I will miss you again
And the world will right itself once more
Not long left to endure Until I lay in bed cold and old and alone to my very core.
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