House Chores, an Endless War.

These days together are routine,
each day is the same old scene.
A fight, a war, an endless bore,
we deal with it like any chore.

Dust the house, clean it well,
this is me, giving you Hell.
"Why don't you care for me?
All I get from you is misery!"

Fill the sink, we'll do the dishes,
this is you, making new wishes;
"I wish I had never met you,
There are better things I can do"

We'll take out the trash together,
this is us, hating each other.
When did we begin to hate so much?
When did our hearts lose touch?

Wash the laundry, fold it next,
this is me, becoming vexed.
"Leave me be, if you so wish,
In this sea, there are better fish."

Grab the broom, sweep the floor,
this is you, walking out the door.
But oh, isn't this when we realize,
without each other, we surely die?

Lock the doors, house's empty now.
we became each's enemy, but how?
So accustomed to our own hate,
we ruined what we thought was fate.

Sarah Gammon ©
21/02/2009

This was inspired by Pink's new music.
Thank you for reading -xxx-.