His housewife

by Yakari Gabriel   Oct 11, 2011


As I whipped some mayonaise
on to a loaf of bread..

I realized
that I wasn't wife material..

the carrots whitered
in the fridge,
and so did our love..

I was never meant
to be a house wife,
and you weren't meant to marry me..

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