How Much More

How Much More

I used to think that you were the one I’d spend forever with. 

I used to feel that you’d never hurt me in anyway.

But now you seem to think that everything I say has something cold behind it.

Biting back is your way of saying it’s true.

I feel like you don’t want me around.

You seem to have forgotten that much of the time,

I’m simply tired.

I was just asking.  I just wanted to know.

Our child needs you, or I’d just go.

A fact you all too often take for granted.

I want to be your girl, but when all you make me feel is mean,

I can’t help wondering how much more we can take.

(May 9, 2002)