January 1st 2018

Cream coloured carpet

Hardwood kitchen floors

You treat the girls that you love

Like you always wish they’d give you more

Every silken promise

Every earthly tone

Whispered to you solemnly

To make you feel you’re not alone

There seems to be a pattern

Though it’s not mine to accuse

You live in constant fear

That someone might break through

Though If tomorrow I will wake

And shake off this damn curse

I can’t help but secretly hope

You’ll wake up feeling worse