Fuck me!? Fuck you!, yeah that’s right, I said….what! my mommas a bitch

And this all started over the fact I asked her to start picking up after herself more than now. See but now im left to figure out, why it seems as though everytime we argue, it’s always my fault, if I wouldn’t have done this, or if I would’ve done that. A bunch of shoulda coulda woulda’s get us nowhere, because it appears as though I can’t win for losing. It hurts my heart to know that my woman, the love of my life feels like she needs to talk to me like this to get her point across. What have I done to hurt you that bad, or should I say, what haven’t I been doing to show you love. Baby girl my love for you could move mountains, build cities, destroy planets. but this energy we pass back in forth in this argument like karma solve nothing, damage our relationship, pushing me further from you, and you from me, so much so now that we are polar opposites. A poet wrote a hiku one time, a hiku simply gives you a certain amount of syllabals to make your point. It was called epiphany,” oooh! She wants me to love her, the way she would love her, if she were me” but see that could never be, because I am who God made me, and you cant mold me in to anything else. If we cant meet at point “b” than we don’t need to meet at all now huh? She now were second guessing our relationship, are we really meant for eachother, or have we simply fallen complacent with our current status. We argue everyday it seems, so much so now I see you’re face and im mad! Fuck me!? Fuck you! Yeah that’s right I ..my mommas a bitch! Replays over and over like elevator music, or the first 30mins at the movie, starring you, and best supporting actor goes to. I try my best to be the only man I know I how to be, and I thought I was a good man. who wouldn’t want me, not to seem cocky, but don’t I deserve to be happy just like you, to be loved just like you, but maybe this idea that men don’t cry leads you to believe that im emotionless, when really mean cry in the dark, but now the dark seems far to bright, shining light on my insecurities with myself, my girl, and my life. When all I wanted to do was tell you baby I love..fuck me!...over and over again it plays like elevator music, or the first 30 mins of the movie starring you, and best supporting actor goes to.. I try to compensate just deal with what it is, but I’ve come to learn that the human being will deal with anything in a relationship to avoid breaking up. Im stuck, so tired of being sick and tired so much so THAT…..I….WANT…..TO….SCREAM! from mountain high, to valley low, should I stay, or should I go;. I guess, I guess, only time will tell.