You talk too much
I don’t know if you know this
I’m starting to wonder if you notice me
I treat you as if you're FLOTUS
I think it’s getting to your head
Lol, you whisper marriage- don’t get ahead of yourself
Our conversations feel like I’m pedaling a bicycle
Not a ride through a favorite scenic escape
More like an Arizona triathlon, or Tour de France
I’ve memorized the contours of your hands
I study them when we relax
But you, on the other hand, barely no my name
Let alone what I did today
But rather, it’s your existence that we celebrate
You’re such a drain, conceited much?
Our phone calls are painful
I have to prepare myself for rainfalls
Of expletives and a negative attitude
Your pessimism is like excrement under your shoes
That you didn’t reckon when you entered the front door
When I invited you to a conversation
Lately I havent been feeling it as much
Like when we first met; the cohesion was such that
I couldn’t fathom or understand- it was wonderful
I guess the honeymoon’s over, time to divorce you
But one last thing, I implore you
Talk less, listen more