Wasted explanations on them
I gotta do trash and dishes
Clean up after nights of being lifted
Only to return hateful reality in unhelpful humans
Sometimes I rather fuck my bed and give my pillow head
Then explain why fifty fifty is fair
Given excuses translating into disappointment
Ointment for emotional bruises
It’s easier to leave suddenly then try to explain over and over repeat
My love falling asleep
Wearing thin and out.
