you don’t bring me flowers

To be touched and desired.. to dream.. this wine has my thoughts all over the place.. I’m as beautiful as they come, once to her.. now I turn her head the other way.. 

im more than halfway out the door.. it’s scary to think how quickly one can turn off the love switch .. 

what the fuck is her problem..

soon, it won’t be me.. anymore! 

P.S. - my independence used to be sexy to her, now, well, now I’m just a nothing and a who cares.. 

school and work is kicking my ass and it would be so lovely to come home and be able to unwind .. 

maybe one day  (middle finger) 

P.P.S - fuck it.